from a wooden island,
flesh flows from a metal planet
to conquer grassy stars,
throats of canyons radiant with silt
blow flutes of interstellar passage
the crescents of emerging orbs
scan with burning sight
vast plasticine oceans,
the chains of being rattle like drums
and seethe like releasing scales,
my perch pivots on penetrative stone,
my guts flower over descending steel,
the ground flakes, pondside benches
upend like dominoes on a thick blanket
and turn to gather moss
under an anti-gravity faucet
the pillows of gathered leaves toss
throughout a dance of thinking blades
and punctuated bones teem
with resistant veins.
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