teeth sparking against a rail
square pools and swirling galaxies
reflecting with an hourglass shadow
tongue on the singing trigger
that she brings to the bird bath.
Shells worming through the ceiling
wheels gloving the high peeled eyes
poles that tapped the peak of the dome
above the toppling costumes
sky's paint like a wood grain
first wound of a dancing eclipse
from a gold thatch watching.
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