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She paints in purple and tan the tearing of a body
psychotic lovemaking in a tunnel of leaves
smashed sirens lost in their hardware
staring elements into the river computer;
and stunned by their own laughter,
a wing-caress
a janitor's cardboard fortress
and he was her father of wide grey thirst
endless yellow pink  red
a free wind over the old neighborhood
where a nude is fighting another nude
and nobody is welcomed into the crystallization
but it glows to happen
atop every periphery shining
their hearts are making blood move and that's all