the maze of stars compacted
through an igloo's window
landing on the bullseye
of a reckless bed.
The lunar planes
of many kept reflections
flying from the broken caves
where they were fixed in honey
burning a tunnel highway
through the vacant sky.
Flecks of her marble stare
the one so cool at dawn
where the tar pours
and all the bubbles breathe.
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