Captured, her body
would not love her
this incline by the raw wing
she never tilted her head
from the water's edge
a tiny blue gull drifts a zag
she zigs from the rupture
of the ascending happy fog.
Lost in the moving passages
she revealed her hip
in the endangered city
these walls gather
engage
then disassemble
like the weather in its
page
rapture gagged with rapture
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Irrony Observes The Earthing.