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One traffic light blinks up the void of love and pain

all the good people are going home

walking eyes blink across bridges

from hometown to city heights

the whole body of a dream has entered;

blink hard, toward disintegrating days

that milk paint for bronzed spiders

thrown through afternoon, stung awake

one more vacation from the body

as the house windows melt upward,

two maids of the pathway blood drinks up

in the valley, one touched the web

left it springing, one sprung the hatch of the belly,

one swept up the kindling for memory

one shut off the machine and smiled

my bed rocketed, suspended in salts and aether

new highways calling on the screen of a velvet passport

you nimbly entrance, small mouths are crying

in the bicycle-swiped wild grass