shoots of glowing fiber separate my veins
stringed instruments on swinging chains
this ledge is a chink in some vast spine
we look out upon public gelatin
electrodes burst with thinking feeling flowers
desks of granite bind the dock to an erupted floor
mouths talking through masks underwater
eyes lost in musky clouds of ink
in the disrupted fabric
my lovemaking bonds
are hooks in the cellwork
fangs erupting from the rings of mirth
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