Scissor arching over mountain plains,
weeping on a tower of stacked pans
and turned-over mop buckets.
Severed arms and legs
spinning in the vacant air,
the high rise of cells on sameness
breaking toward the earth,
hard corners tee-peed
into sacred smoke,
the hot poison of beauty.
Worlds on tap in the twisted
and cut clay forehead,
capped so far from its eyes
exploded poles undulating
in cooled light.
Stabbed in the creases of age
blood running the genetic mirror.
Faucets of pasta and broth
silent wells of water.
Barrels and boxes pouring
out of the rock-torn sky.
weeping on a tower of stacked pans
and turned-over mop buckets.
Severed arms and legs
spinning in the vacant air,
the high rise of cells on sameness
breaking toward the earth,
hard corners tee-peed
into sacred smoke,
the hot poison of beauty.
Worlds on tap in the twisted
and cut clay forehead,
capped so far from its eyes
exploded poles undulating
in cooled light.
Stabbed in the creases of age
blood running the genetic mirror.
Faucets of pasta and broth
silent wells of water.
Barrels and boxes pouring
out of the rock-torn sky.
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