of imported sky,
upside down in bathing suits
that shine.
Down to jailbone
bliss whines in retracting atmosphere
my brains a blueberry
cracked in a crow's mouth,
missile-shaped clouds
racing over the sculpted oil,
long ruts that send out
numerical thought balloons,
the office of the infinite copulator
locked down with steely brine.
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