drained and repainted
beneath an exploding moon
where dancers change bodies
and join replaced partners
in colors that unravel toward
a razor smile
to sit down under a watery anvil
releasing pages to these rivers of wind
with a wheel of bones.
Planes across my eyes
the vaginal vents
and innocence of shark mouths
stairs climbing mountain graves
the ancient skin's
invading wires.
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