dark nucleus flashing
the belly of tar behind
those motionless storefronts
that find a pinnacle
under the hooked moon.
Scenery dashed to pieces
by a flying discus
shimmering flakes of china
painted in fondled lava
for the beard of the sun.
Last angle of disintegrating dark
a bead on the web of fractures
popping above the compass
in a charcoal bird bath
headlights of an airborne train
plowing hoops of cloud.
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