sparks rising from tousled floors
where wanderers speak
to lights that dangle on weary banners
sight saturated in dancing objects
stone necklaces draped on hills
wheels rolling that are ever after
the rind of the unattainable
the rhyme of nonsense and the
dragon of reason
slain under bridges of string.
Laborious attachments of vast
gaping gears
to the dreaming of a captured spirit
cast through blueberry walls
in a cabin of fevered and filmed dreams
tassels on the frames of faces who laughed
the light bent on gravity's forces
long blades on the mend in multiplying gashes.
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