2128
6.300
28.x.25
palace of whack
daring to guess
as caged
each in its
skeleton nest
anything
built is a death, is many
the bridge
in its grey
canvas of
wings, fresh carcass
trolley full
of cloud to scuttle
a case of
stairs, a funnel
corner of the
eye is out
hard to
imagine the good to come
look up to
wash away, to burn
look down
just to join in
that one in
the corner can’t be there
I play an
old trick with the light
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