reaching over abandoned racetracks
flowers of a raging bulb
that knows the grip of soil
worms flicking the beginning
of angel wings in blood gravy
long tubes of light that linger
in dead halls
a walking spine
that flounders like a sleeping dancer
the stench of millennia
all gone from a long bone bridge
the flanks of passing ships
alive with tangled circuits
their cycles winding closer
to the sanctum of the pilot clown
one pyramid of clear glass
under fiber optic oceans
bioluminescence simulated
by a dragging hand
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