ferns flutter at the outskirts
of paved earth and pale antennae
nets shimmering in wounded air
breasts pouring from a tall
flatscreen sky
amused lips laughing in infinity
the strings of the ax that tugs
through flesh like milk
the killer's kiss of antimatter ceilings
doors drifting from a dispersing ship
each thoughtful fragment taught
inert metallic resistance
stems caught in the machinery of time
and blooming from such painless
undistracted heat
ten thousand petals
from a rotten clump of wheat
in a clay hand
a void moon sifting
through the sun's demands.
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