fallen by the wagon in the sand
drinking rivulets of daylight
stripped down to merciless angles
phantoms rocking on the wall between eras
mocking ecstatic agony
bricks march on ant legs
to be one with the putty
stages set with yellow blades
forming agitated furniture
histories that harmed the name of God
a veil sliding down resurgent towers
thorns branching from the kink in a written circuit
falling star in a plastic spoon.
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