it became a cliff face
went out with my gun on ice
saw the chain link fences
crumple around their golden pools
threw turds in the woods
that had gathered on the sparkle
of my heated kitchen floors
baskets of penciled evidence
the warped colors of dreams
beating bridges over talking water
trying to share bright blood and seed
strumming the chord that would save us all
in stone delirium
the strivings of a captured vein
a green globe's infinite teeth
one soul's technology
keyholed.
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