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Moon rumbling behind my words
           during a sexual insight
      worm that lit my guts
          throat-sung and steaming, lawned,
           and, fingering the sun's damage,
          decided on falling, for a long time,
       while the well-dressed and the wide
             markets went like a scaffolding
                  to a satellite
                 upward, metal glove
             that stands for a bird melted
         onto my handlebar, kingdom of fleas
                  fern-printed leaf,
                     and hollering languageless solutions
                    broke a meteor's skullcap,
                           a bicycle's bright standing.