emptied through
the fallen lattice of ribcage.
Scopes left by falling stars
tunneling through space
glittering with scars
from the hot passage.
Saints of silence and dead time
perched on their radiant porches
ready to fall in the sabotaged atom.
Love recycled by fire
to return in rumors of steam
a force field of vibrating arrows
caught up in senseless water
and a godlike sneeze.
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