drinking vapors from the air that has no name
painted naked on a brick platform
or riding on a velvet flag
you are the hard beauty
of underground things that rise
shrine's jewel of the hot cave hunter
that comes out in a cartoon waterfall
from broken rock and dripping seams
of wrecked projector screens
wet paths of dancing bones
that careen to thrones of ink
swamps frozen in the light that sinks.
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