pipes twisting the suckled headpiece
a beast driven out of the dark by winter
with a scrap of light torn on his face
giving passage to the bleeding of the air
flowing over orbs atremble and
the levitating slabs of distinguished sleep
unknown sisters and brothers of a lost root
cliffs winking with cherry couches
bones collecting on their cushions with jewels
all wrecked wings of a single body
stem raking an embroidery of scales
for a flower that failed.
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