BLUE DIAMOND SHINING MIND LACING A THREE-WAY SWITCH AS A CAMERA

The nadir of the iron horse leaping lakes
and that lady of chaos and across her north-eastern
vein or midrib the train is impossible
plasma over the oyster beds
to red hail to read a railway
wetting the shadow and the petal the space in his house
movies, poetry and ballet black angels at my cradle
flee from the mouths in disarray
mass dancing, mass delusions roll into his life
a rubber-tired horse that he will ride
a journey in slow time to the end of all birdcalls

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