in the gleaming hereafter.
No stars touch me now.
The sheen disperses
from a town surface.
The rains fall
but there is no sound.
Here in the quiet spirit
I see my body chasing beauties
who are going
into the great fire alone.
Here in a chalk square
within a wired circle
the glare of galaxies
on a split sunflower
and a lucky hammer
is bringing me down.
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