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Dry forms tickle the radiant light
wet labyrinth comes rearing up
in waves from the bent turf
sodium moon finds a window of houseframe
dark takes the river medicine
flattened payphones give off a bug smell
I'm coming into the aftermath of kings
medieval stains on my lapel
blackberry razor geared my stripper core
for the baggage claim of airplanes lost in holiday
faint skids on technological map
forest of slate archeology
and the shifting of home
seaward flung
the hard rubber bulbs of the eye