ORGAN PIPE CACTUS DARKROOM

Come enfolded in wrinkles by automatic machines with wide-padded shoulders
the great collective mind swings to a line of targets
this pastlife hindrance having left his sword in the disc
the damp bathroom to pass through you

a shock, the white stone
you moved a portable heat against a wet matrix
a hollow scrape on sandy island subtle spirit of fire

wet grass or damp ground a narrow skin-pit
her rabbit's cage, or a photograph soft and pliable
costumes of cellophane neon

black monk in grey, remove the faceplate

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