bells in a frosted glade
stone streams
and their dribbling fragments
of fragrant water
the bridge rails in broken dreams
a cloud of carefully arranged cushions
the offices of educated madness
in dead fish light
the delicate wires of colored fabric
dragged through delicate streets
orbs rise with eyes uninhabited
scans of the light that can burn
ribbons of thought police blown
from thoughtful air conditioners
scum flag flown from the pyramids
a froth of sabotaged speech
acidic on the planks and rays
of a monster mask melting on
the final wall, a fist of curling halls.
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