hovering through space-shot corridors
light doubling back on itself
on the outskirts of a dream
when the edges of the bedcurtain
flicker over the sweat
of a living concrete floor
and the poor flowers
of a half-hatched sanctuary
meld and flex and fall
dim closets opening outward
toward radiant star fuel
a hovering galactic anchor
slab swimming with belly of lichens
over the underwater fires
and prairies of gelation eggs
longs strands of conscious green ribbons
a mercury sun
the myriad tongues of one plunge
recording hyperspatial hereafter
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