where the tarred hills cross
aloft in the aisles of astral skulls
a dance with floating bones
that rig descended alphabets.
Electric light on dried blood
all the howling left behind
turns to an engine's purr.
Baby's breath from ancient clouds
that surface in an effervescent painting.
Limbs on the oiled oars
that push a leafy boat
bright power of stone studded swamps
reflecting galaxies.
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