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Angels on separate floors
spattered with the movement
of the wound they came through
slide adamantium floors heeled
through sad moppers
watch in headphoned agony
the twitching that eats up
pockets of electricity

Water watch, on stories siphoning
trap of the human body
trap of the bride, watching
from a nylon lobby
doors revolve core of the dying air
parched valentines catch in your mouth
the clockwork of human relations
goes on somewhere far outside

The central office, knocked in its numerals
to the back brain of reptilian feeling,
warming only to lonely women
and the crooked tables
sunk halfway in sand
of the devastated fled
north and south over safe deposit boxes
emptied of the falling sun.