Stand Blazing and back
A voice is gone
Rainclouds turn again
Greens shapes lost
Eating debris
Fogged my cloudless circle
A sword will know you through parts
I am sky, in the circle
My smile rested
This mist spiral
This weave reds
Inside a watery tree
The I is awake
The sky and the saw are open
But sandwiches mostly rushed distort
Drinking before coffee
Egoless, the brooch
You Squirting men-
Ghost toy spiders who know forgetfulness
Your baskets may be mechanical,
But my broken dream remembers
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