where reflections played with sand
and feathered fields yielded
a rain of silver letters
glinting from deceived ground
brass rings upon a tidal curve
her screams beneath the shelf
above departed skies
our goblets disembodied rising
snakes nipping at cracked ribs
a golden sheath of torso
longing to remember songs
that filled it past the envelope of space
where seraphim sank to roar
in replicating manes.
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