from the sagging walls of time
new anti-temples are erected
tongues of ice penetrate
the xylophone spine
fireflies swim under my skin
and rearrange vegetable matter
stages are lit by captured moons
entangled in orgasmic torment
by clenched cliffs
and simmering guardrails
highways moved aside like dry leaves
the shimmer of a watching screen
stories dripping down a clean
cut of galactic meat
angels landing with their bloody cleats.
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