bandy brummel bromide
to sieve its caustic mastication
the edible tricorne
somehow hiding in the saddle
where the toad
is now our home
we cannot see skin
in our sparking
we hold down the curling pages
and try to release the thin animals
back into their
wayword drafts
wholesome dreaming shadows
are not allowed to park here
but only yellow
metallic
beams
hovering ecstatically
in grim silence
the stylized crystalline surface
refracting conventional intention.
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