linked by corroded rivers,
vines reaching to the film
of planetary nimbus,
over fences deep
in a pit of rich soil,
dreams on the water's face
drifting toward a blue fire,
daisies sprouting through
a broken stone, blades
of a propeller's churning
chopping lard
from a trapped brain case,
pine branch's handprints
climbing to a satin veil
dropping hot between
the slide of earthly worlds.
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