into other husks.
Tap veins
with the one vein's eye.
Make water flow
through the machines.
Fog rises to its end
and the sun repeats.
Man missed it. A severed eyelid
tossed on a river of timeless oil.
The horns blew through every dawn
while his corpse flew skyward.
A rippled park
regurgitates its trash cans.
Games favored by millions spin
into obsolescence. Roots are fettered
to the green Earth
from more than one socket
and the blessed grounds ooze.
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