bones are falling from a cloud
on the long abandoned sidewalks
spirits walking in their shrouds
carry battered blood blurred letters
from a lost and scattered book
brains with spider legs
cracking melted sand
hot buttons of panels and layers
a pillow case of quills
tattooing the squirming sleeper
a doorway on a naked head
the voices of the overwhelming dead
the reins of the rain are plugged in
to birth canal stigmata
fiber optics of these shrinking hands
stitched expanses of this foreign land.
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