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From the forepaw of the mother
the frightened end of the father
daisies dragging the day up
through a mound of sewage
sky circles that shrink planetariums
and sharks gasping away from water
a cuboid soul, six eyes in place of each one
seeing little more

From the light that burdens
the neighborhood with its own falsity
cracks houseboards lengthwise
crosses from path to path
touching hives and thickets of mad minds
devising and escaping fangs
that span galaxies with their violence
a household of murder students
blossoming with many bright accessories that speak
more delicately than the human