a drawer that opens under the ribcage
with reels of brightly colored wire
and hot split valentines
with winking sightless eyes
cracked angel hands holding a live bat
letting its lightweight bones and soft skin
struggle to fly for the caves again
a library of tattered script
rows of long tables each with only one chair
and huge rugs pregnant with incense
of perfumed psilocybin
fragrant at midnight and
fading in the morning sun
all powered by bicycle pedals
caught spirit moving shadow tons.
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