that lays down on my breath
when the earth shakes?
A hook for my body follows
on an insensate track
in the terrible ceiling.
Offices clap throughout
the dawning and collapsing hallways.
Light goes to the drain's grill
trickling towards the evaporating core.
A porch juts out from
a tall pharaoh's jawbone.
Silent and woodenly nude
clenched lips in a rainstorm.
Clouds meeting the crackling antenna
screen's immaculate conception
of holographic slaves
leaves blowing in the next
millennium.
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