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blow wind transit diaphine venus
her grin is measured lights out stars leap clouds to view the ghosts of seven samurai in new haven where butterflies gather and grass is teeming with neural nets learning how to make deep fog to hide me from the planets i hold in my mouth the tiny meteor fragment of aldebaran exhausted follower of women careens through saturn's brilliant rings my lover dreams her breasts float up like smoke bloom starry flowers dead I travel lifetimes never see the empty space you made with all the dancing river tongues and endless strokes caressing dawn’s abandoned grasp of light or radio dead I travel
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the sun shrouded with muscle
in a time so small it lies forgotten among songs and stones in my pocket it was dark so flowers ungrew into seeds and salamanders became wind you were a song once too i heard you on youtube but forgot the connection and my pocket grew quiet there is no air down there my mouth fills with warm tea my fingers reach across the planet children in bright costumes grow from dark seeds hidden in air airplanes fly across the page violated by my pen with loud booms floating like language we spoke at birth before we were kissed and held up to the light |
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