a kaleidoscope of skies
tar paths steaming
through the ways of green earth
two skeletons in leather seats
strapped into the melting timeline
rails flashing over long bronze curtains of dirt
tufts of blossoming embattled flowers
the chaos of the seeds unsown
and the pain of ignition
surf of ink eclipsing cells of need
I sit on hot cement and watch
a rotating doorway
moths fluttering on dusty glass
the suitclothed gathering
with barely animated blood
sipping alkaline airfresh nintendo
immortal pillars falling on the rape divine
and the thoughts of stony slopes of pine.
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