reaching fingers with their bones of light
keep a ticking clock on ice
to circulate the sacred particles slow
bands of solar systems row by row.
Ribbons pouring from the idol's mouth,
tendrils licking at a path of sugar.
Crucified ants making little noise.
Suds rising from a tank of fish
that look like swimming bullets
with faint transparent fins.
Secret ribs of the earth
their caves of ethereal honey.
Cubes of stunned airless space
holding blank hot consciousness.
Smoking closets of divine debris
half shut against a hellish sun
closing liquid eyelids.
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