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Ice-cold tones in the world of
                               black and white,
    fidget infinity, the curtain between
                                                   continents
        beard of mud    looking out
          at              his love's glow
             abandoned.  And the film reel crackles
                                                   like a wave.

Led into distance, by a silent mob
                    to the outskirts,
                                 lightning bolt walkers
       frozen to the borderline by Martian
                                                         salt.

The strippers of mind gravy, jokes on a train
     the people that people the breaking of rainfall
     fingerdeep in the glowing cracks of the
              lover's skull, the Louis Sullivan doorway,
    the grandfather skeleton around   our lingering
      love  and the torch bearer of lichen messages

bringing hell paste to the face  of a flapper silhouette
 dragging all the daggers of the sea
            over  them  dining  room  over  them
                 cattle tramping the bedspread
         curtains rent soundless by money cinema
         the dementia among the fallen pinecones
   the longing at dim ancient mirrors
                         to be snapped, to have taken