will continue, altering their form
rectangular mirrors will flow
sideways, carried by star spangled
beauties of the realm
for whose form licking frames
of metallic paint crucify
the kittenish image,
engines in a long line
to see the dance of a chartless era,
cherry villages besieged
by tumbleweed steam
the crossbeam's frost in stages
dining on resplendent plastic
draped in unmoving flame
blood colored vines on theater walls
these shadows in historic clothes
the light of a keychain galaxy
all rent for mending
the gears of unthinking voids
have found a voice
ferns of death are resurrection ferns.
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