a turning spear that churns
the spent canals
mirror gathering moisture
in a cloudy tower
the pen stripped from the flesh
chains dripping with brushes.
Roads of electricity
that lead to a blood soaked court.
Nets flapping in the empty breeze
air packed leather
coils of a tar pool
tin plated haircut
and drooling brains
the dirt's mercy
sun's piercing cool
saturnine depth
the separated gaze
fighting in flight
and falling to the heights
balling.
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