thorn veils of antique wells,
this beauty on her knees gulping seed
all fill with light aged
rays building vaults in space
landing on pennies and rain
punching a steam umbrella.
These corkscrew vines and ivy haze,
mold platforms and fungal foundations,
fingers following the lightning
to an echo's panting basement,
are refracted in a maze of eager blood
a chained lung breathing.
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