becomes a bird home
these roads are ribbons
floating under geodesic domes
the symmetry of souls
reflects on water
split orbs rotate
in transparent walls
the trains of earth
are leaving through a cloth sky
pulling all the fabric from the maze
canals of milk and cubbyhole homes
a draped ecstatic tongue
muffled in the twin zone
void's keeper on the run
death's angel in a crystal cone.
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