comes crashing in
from the Earth,
from the fountains of fire
in the feminine core.
Lids pop at the peaks
of plastic encampments
and the mute emerge
carrying empty containers
smudged motionless eyes.
Lines touch with liquid acid
and return to indifferent orbits.
Rays cutting through
a stained glass cage
a series of tongue waterfalls
lips baked in clay
and rock teeth.
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