soulful meteors telephoned in
from some formerly sealed world;
brown rainbows over caves blinking
in a chain of solvent echoes
that bring kisses to a treetop wind
the longing for death doused
in shadows behind woodpiles
and burnt circles that surround roots
paths breaking with twilight water
from the peak that broke my back
hot lights from a shield of orchids
the orgiastic apartments of a dead life
long gone from my claws
and ears of a thousand singing lines
followed with hairs crackling
by the reach of ghosts set free
the one prophetic wound
came traced in an oven lit cubbyhole
tongue sketched in stone
and the orb's grid quaking
quick sparks that are arching home.
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