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I want to drink your honey from the first moon
the many pennies all turn into wells
                                       each one
                     is a metal unbound
with the void at my back and a vegetable counting
    to wire the clock with tomato
      sound dummies on shore
                           lightweight hands
      leaving the chirp's stir
                       ache of narrows
                  out of the morning


The void at my back your lips parted
       hills flaking my instep
      discarded shoes and airplane hangars
    the one incision of time breaking down