'... endless ribcage of the sky/ the glut of blood beneath/ and a
pulse of shit/ dry your eyes/ it’s just beginning.'
'... till eye’s dishevelled/ quarry/ quarry/ mouth of dust/ and
the bask of claim without reason/ drip-fed/ not a murmur
nor a danced/ regalia/ subtle as.'
'... glimmer/ head vast till ocular/ an ocean’s glass eye
filmatic/ of seasons/ drift of warped limbs in banquet’s
heavens.'
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