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Where the river widens past
the arrowhead of an island
real talons broke
on an artificial entity, an angel fake
cruising over currents
it had not been born from

A water slit
birthed birds and stems
unseen by motorpeople
and her belly opened above it
high sounds that keen to core
and do not shriek
the island skyscraped from
a holographic valley drop

If we meet the rivers that part
will not defy the earth
if we part the currents that move
will not reverse
but if truth comes
to the brim of your eyes
and departs
I will go empty with it