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WORLD ARCHITECT PRETEND

A crow thatched into the chainlink
dark matter drape and drizzle treetops grey
large numbers twitch the air
to collapse the lonely

Girl buckled onto black landscape
by a silver brace through her strong hair
what she has conjured in presence
she'll climb up to absence
on accumulated wire
from the depths of the world's fair

Deer deer deer deer deer deer deer
turds they leave smoking on the holy path
of enumerated cellphones, quiet as punctuation
lead to the shell ghost of their ribs
where roots mate with plastic
deep under the plans for our graves
all the basements roar with vacuumed sunlight
prophecies bulletined on public time go up in dust
to ask our bodies where they are
and though we move we do not answer
though we speak we can't say
peace built on bones, constitutions in crayon

We take the sled of this world
down a corridor a slope chased
before it shrugged into the ocean
in the depths of no religion and no resistance
follicle on follicle to touch anemone
wet streaming weeds and undergarments
bloodied on a reef
watch sperm of twilight grow
to capsize all transitional being
a drum at the beginning
a sledge and a capsule
a scalpel or an axe swung underwater

Sing
princess of the chopping block
with umbilical fingers
lands have overlapped whole lands
to pull feathers loose from metal
all the things that have been named
unidentify their captors
to fill the dictionaries of their throats
vacant with living matter