leaves metal in its shade
and sparkling outline
blue stones colliding
in a lit gray sky
sure footed statues
on a boiling edge
bricks of hot television
tumbling down an infinite throat
stars pinched like salt
in a wreath of speaking fingers
the lines of light cross like heavy rain
her hair and her face are overtaking
the fullness of dawn is a slice
of the firmament's mover
alleys eating marble and rubber reels
arcs where arrows marked the footpath
new floor of her standing smile.
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