untying brain from bloodless speculation,
cool units of abstract sound
colliding with floating ears,
the afro of the sun
frying my ectoplasm of echoes,
shorelines touched by lipstick fire
washing over fallen gravestones
and tongues of moss,
frost handled by seeking rays,
stone benches for dreaming bones,
bleached oars left along the vine
of some solitary voyage,
open pathways to the blue hum
of electrically evolving stars
the feather weight of worlds
and all their dancing girls.
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