Monday, December 30, 2019

The stain of pimp times
travelling in icicle steam
houses compacting sand
on the long beach
tracing hollow memories
essence rinsed down to a grain
sashes tugging
at the feminine breeze.

Limitless the crater that connects
the infinite valve.
Sanctuaries brought to the river
by a slipping cornerstone.

The floats of dead parades
drifting with high clouds
and searching accumulations.
A pierced flag of silk debris
stitching a distant
tense magnetic wound.

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