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Limbs are laid out on the world
the pinpoint shrinks to diamond hard light
as spirit meets air, electronic water
the furies in space, star-turf

Wings are an extension of thought
the engine sends a passport to the spine
there is always a lady waiting at the airport
surrounded by the magazines of another time

Bathrooms open tiled pools
to tape recorded mirrors
the tracks are going soft on changing earth
winding the city's sex of noise
around a single axle

Wireless bulbs open shop glass glint
teeming with dark stained analog faces
heaven's in the murk
stem of burning and savior of burning

If a panther came into the lobby of my life
shook me out of trembling
and sent a hollow gram of beauty
through the shield of a heartattack--