hollow tunnel of a sunrise
seen from ass-beaten sand
palms blowing to the cemetery wind
that sweeps the grey horizon
through a red clay mouth
and out a brick vagina
snails peppered round the fireplace
that fried their moth wings
a mutant salad seen
from a dog's face
the jelly of carved marble
in a pulsing thousand years
rust's lunar elastic.
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