a thousand fighter's voices
in the veins of time
berries crushed on concrete funnels
running with bird brains
and ancient letters
the slap of a curling wave.
Trees plunging through crystal soil
jostling the net of stars
roots to crawl clouds
and hammers for wet walls
that gulp the ocean slime.
A knob from an idol's cracked skull
snake's head in depleted air
a road for forked tongues
moving over plastic heaving lava.
Tar with its branching antennae
covering the sordid earth.
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