stmble legs into november
blue sweets in a green jar
hide and seek beind a glass door
safeties off in nasty weather
the wrong tea bag, toast sweat
targets squared, sequencing PAVE
bread crumbs on the bread board
mercy of fuel-air weapons for sleeping farmers
vertices glow in untethered fury
a hard mind
whispers of rotten wood in load-bearing stanchions
lodgements of grey dust in scoured flesh
rhizomatic networks grip a body impolitic
pale emphasis
twist uplift of leaves
a magician opens her cave
glisten slyly in shadows,
in warmth
blue and green glow-worms
throw shadows as narrative
finger formations merge to shimmering images
soft hills dotted with towers of smoke
a grey ship on a placid bay
a river or rubies emerges from fresh cracks in tomorrows cave
as ancient as Gilgamesh
like a swift sheath of light
a hand catches the silver bullet
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