Found hills and found mountains
found monk-caves full of
diamond angles and kissed tongues
found paths apart as rain pooled
ice cubes on the golf grass galaxy's biggest sun
crushing on the ridge fabric
lonely electric cable lives
train-table through every season
with their misfit flatlines on fire
sent to an unseen ledge,
themselves a peacock's question
flesh root dangling hard from the rock face
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