the pouring children's voices,
let the sun wait
and the bright caves quake.
Queen's harvest
from what is slashed
away for tender places
where the synthesis blooms
like a cartoon chimera
long lost cloud arrangements
a buckled seal in the salt of light
arranged across a series of skulls
the look of familial eyes
from a great fire
all tile and ceramic glass
all stair-tossed lipstain
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