a whirlpool in a concrete well.
The sun is torn by vines
that never stop growing.
The machine sky is cracked
by fire and water. Numbers drip
from a frenzied calculator.
The pressure of swollen galaxies
up against solidifying darkness.
Cemeteries celebrate outside
the shops and silent stadiums.
The forests growl and rumble
drinking rivers into rooted depths.
Torn cloth of the infinite
give up your dressing gown
spirit braids between worlds.
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