of the time that came before
glowing with their own decay,
soft minerals with infinite eyes.
Signs thrust into the sky
from crossing roads
scissor blades of broken plates
bright lights of the here ever after
high crates where vandalous artists
run around the catwork
skating pale and pink
with digital rage
dirt scooped
by the shovelhead piranha
swimmer's lanes
lengthened into downhill
one tilting curve.
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