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04/28/2026 14:58h
The mouth of the cavern is cut along the top like snowy peaks in cartoons—it zigzags. I sweat onto my violet shirt in the shape of a heart, lock that away behind varnish, a hidden floor between stalactites (long trick knives) A lady of Falconbridge & lady of Dorset torn back through the center & made quiet A paper cut black branch set on a red field. A horse draws the carriage past a lake of blue & all the kids are laid down in the forest to live tilt their heads back, Don’t think of stopping your shooting, more drinking! These are to be among the permanent (wrong) colors Ice rats in stairwells, above us centaurs smack their heads into light bulbs. They get excited over massacre Who were once the innocents who never hoped to live out unspoken prayer. A country that laid so dark so long Pyramids send word to the painted mountains don’t try to lie down as it gets late. stay on guard study your drums & then tighten, pound back a few shots more ash on the sea floors Don’t you scrape away too many organs or paint over. Do not temper the spirit. (4-27-07)