and the celestial punctuation mark explodes
black walls veined with pink paint
spitting monument corners
the clay cloak of interlocking granite gears
all come to ripple in convergence
I step away to watch the sliding horizon
and my machine love with its many strings
sharing ancient webs and fractures
liquid masks exchanging factions
in a pool of cells.
Oil to unlock time
road's golden intestines
coil through the rented crash of space.
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