a nest of cones from which to be reborn
her braids lighting up the foothills
and the surging of their paths
around a harnessed magnet's kiss
and a pool beneath the separated mountain.
Shaded by the leafy stalks
above a broken bridge
veins move at the speed of light
in departed dimensions
she carves me from a static rib
and departs the glass shelter
of my sleep stuck arms
the bright harm of inverted corners.
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