dwarf the halo
quiet roads and their ways
always disrupted dawns
hills of lunacy's arrival
where hairless caterpillars glow
and stoic anvils hold
the corners of styrofoam pyramids
down to the poor clay
of civilized earth
ripples leave the sky in tatters
from the thought that popped
its gray conception
riverbeds strewn with
armies of forgotten clothes
the folds of a carnivorous rose.
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