The tiered colony, a
weighted ellipse of
cigarette smoke outsides
the rain. the train.
adult paces...
close these shutters
wipe
dangerous thought
mud
across the surface, a
will of pipes and glass
the desert is pure because it lacks the sun is pure in distance
the sea is pure because we say,
"Sunlight, rain, all..."
the small home
whiffs of lime
old woods carrying on
animals trained to carve
meaning
through slow circles
obfuscation
ask.
and your part:
"Where is the ice in all this,
rust..."
calumny and reification explained
how something is what it is not
the balance of human interest the issuance of human heart
what your mother really means
slow lift in the radiator wash
a bell rings once
and goes ignored.
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