around a raging sun
ribbons of torn space
abandoned constellations
reconfigured by heat of desire.
Bridges flowering
against an almighty void
archways reflecting agitated light
bend strangely to emergent blades
that cut the clouds of cliff-face
to a finger-size door.
Branches of blood
from my face of echoes
to a baked brick wall
where the vines like living snakes
shed skin to smoothly crawl
and resurrect the grandeur of the fall.
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