flesh flexing in a circular machine
the paint peel high horizon
glittering through blades
scraping a path in the air
seated in the levitating copter
steel rinds for eyes
prints of angelic orifice
descending on a deep rubber wall
a howling in the mailbox
clouds clustering an antique moan
souls crashing out of the bread bag
aisles razor thin
droids rendering a synthesis
of proud obedience
to the recognizing lash
lush yield of a treadmill
frolicking blood
its mush container
bronze afterthought belatedly gone.
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