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He's trapped in a cell of manhood,
watching the ceiling crawl
with other prisoners.

The void breaks, there is some singing,
the panel of a harpsichord
fettered like a zoo
to the deep wall.

Under all the ophidian fields
someone is laughing in a cellar
nuked pillars and archways
learning to make love in dust.