Sunday, November 08, 2020

Red stones on the curve of a cliff's lip
doubling souls in the seam
between underground mountains

the starfish mouthing neon
from a pyramid's cage

panes of the palace windows
glinting from a green fettered hill.

Cold wings of an unspoken vertebrae.
Staring lung of an open wound.

Pillow's breath in the crook
of the jagged lightning
outlook falling with the open moon.

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