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crazed with form
your radiant profile

body comes with you out of the river
from spring's death the dams are open

I imagine you walking with a famous dancer,
some dead actors, songstresses
who smite with digital,
big empty cubes of rhythm,
the shore raining upwards

coupling down the unmoving sky
hands on hands I think of you walking when I walk
I think moon fossils into the mailbox,
the light's analogue, bodies like blue-green algae
climbing minerals

when the poisons hit, we'll be
in the highway of the forest's ceiling
making time moth across the bedsheets
reins deep of the blood
tugging from water