against the padded sky
the torn eye veins
of a slapped seer
charms in mercury
rapt and shining through
webbed cellophane
Outcroppings that drip with ketchup
the railway of tangled cells
running and winnowing
singular time
forming a motley egg
that sits on a park bench weeping
and collecting sand from the breeze
a last counter's ooze
and exclamation plank
putting blades in the earth.
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