on a tipping plane
iced remembrance of
snaking kisses that dove through wrecks
and found their telepathic targets
costumes falling down the river's bank
into consuming water
five seconds from collapse
in a tin white painted tent
deep sleep on pillows of fire
drinking the cave water
painting walls of uneven rock
with hands of clay
fronds of neon nurtured by the mushroom
bridges soaring in their long and tender arcs
world that's gotten into my consciousness
fresh blooded buses of light
raging gently past the diner
octagons of water angels
floating over the hidden graveyards
plastic rams of mercy
stunning plush half hidden mouths
on the rims of a hidden south.
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