pushing steam and berry bushes
lashed words and storm eaten papers
a ship of wood glue crashing into a mirror
one furious pair of eyes
in a grid iron graph.
Fires leaping from the bones that wept
a chair of gems
ripping the cloak of skin
a highway gathering robes of rivers
coiling against the planetary shield
and writing cursive lines.
Clouds that drink blood
an infinite airless floor.
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