Let the lesser lights rise from the sea.
All the bird songs belong to one body.
Flying carpets were the way
over the carnal rooms of garish glory.
A beam scanned quick brown rabbits
where the slabs of the dead lay.
Crown foliage of broken souls
bloom without highways,
without language as a buffer
hand down disposable doors,
chains of an antimatter ceiling
and stars so mechanical
buckets of sub lyrical suds.
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