between the green leaves
eyes stuck to a web
that rides these greasy windows
knifing through a soaked forest
to find an emerald seat.
High wires that are calling
to an ascendant cloud
our mouths on either side
of a skeletal wall.
Always following the shaded path
with a veil of moss
in a nimbus of cracked water
long tooth merging from a third brain
into the outer air.
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