this angel follows me down each level :: car rinds a burst in ash-lent pace
reflection he limps in puddle cement
no halo but scalp bald TV riffles :: no wings but clear pollen gunk pale
wrap through pipeyards truck face
in the true plaza I pick the hair off dog :: teeth of the center jiggles a cyst
translucent maw comes the same part
avenues of narrow pegs wilt corners :: he detects the steel ruin core harbor
bark folds to escape his pausing melt
but this is not a resolution not climax :: full shards find windows to bristle
my fist realizes alloy of dog shivers
gaps please the metal prism and design :: soldering jaw warps a bud lit choir
alone is cloud studded for mirage petals
he traces my shadow across new bridges :: riversulk brown with plywood frogs
long trees are red with savage confetti
when I attend the Conduction he loses :: he is like a poached egg on the cords
closed wires attend to his splash form
shallow night then attains bent weather :: flurry of breathplug skin chases
citric wing bites my itch and all decides
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