the black hole tree
kissprints on the ice
that holds the world
curved claws on a violin
wind blowing over horned instruments
deep closets opened by a sigh
time's errors in a swarm of stung ghosts
dime turning on a statue's head
worms woven into florid patches
on the jacket of a replica cowboy
form talking from disintegrated form
checkered letters from a book of ash.
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