silently not that
way
hidden inside
intermodulation
like a shopworn glance
or an odd wreath
crystals rack flatness
a stolen momentary
foil reflecting the ocean liner
traces a rendered
tone
a contemporary
will remember
flesh weather-moments
being lost
rattle at a crash
brilliant numbers
asking how
doin’ the rat float slip
always inside soldiers’ eyes
rethinking mesmerism
all the time askew
mirrored
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