evaporated eyes float out to misty eternity
sand of burnt flesh licking a globe of glass.
While symphonies crawl into match boxes
and the claws of cats walk water
in serene pink tubs,
I sit on a cartoon couch
that swallows me up with tongues.
Crystal teeth send sparks and splinters
over the machines whose gears they chew
bodies filling up with conscious glue.
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