hail flogged bodies proceeding over
tooth floss bridges and daisy chains
hose wrapped parchments transporting clouds
over eighteen wheeled petals of metal
the station's neon
glinting to backdrop a mountain.
Circuits that speak to the labyrinth
they enfold with mushroom lightness
fast pouch of swinging chairs
mannequins alert on benches
the rubber walls of assaulted playgrounds
staring from mercurial futures
staining thoughts of wood.
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