torn map of the fertile Earth
alone with wired jaw
roaming slopes of concrete
pierced by the magnetic rib
bridges of highway undersides
wood growth over wrecked houses
moon's crux vine covered poles
a creaking city arc
from rural parkland soaring
the dim time's radiance
of walks on chains
and rope fed light
one lonely bottle deposit
to gulp the swamps of glass
and leave his dry mane flying
separate as a mask.
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