split open like hatching eggs,
ant heads with demonic helmets
electric humanoid bodies
the pin-up for a skyscraper's ribs
while I make the missing music
unseen by these marauders
for now.
Ice resounds with reluctant light
in its finely petalled slices
maps of the love that was spent
its many pillars and frozen waves.
On the cusps of many agitated ripples
the pull-strings linger
like the tassels of fallen angels
multiplying in a spoon of earth.
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