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Planet's a gelatin dot
decorated with foil
the park is a pit of green

climbing pigeon-shit ladders
to a room undulating
in the turmoil of gravity

I see the frozen parts collapse
and the crystals form ships on the surface

take my body to work, to a bedroom
the hallways between
are always shrinking under bridges

subways in hot oil, steam-breath
on the hair of the body

planet's a gelatin dot
in a soft drink of darkness

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