in a concrete block
surrounded by flowers
one way glass glinting
on a pillar of salt
in the ragged beard and scarred flint
of a tarnished wizard
my brain explodes with bulbous girls
grinning and tastily gnashing
their little mouths of light
on my torn mountain side
clicking with heated vents
and rock slits of immense power,
the trickling broken moon
that makes the peak of wolves
collapse in a ring of doves
and wet gray ashes,
fronds yearning
with the voice of liquid shade.
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