we sit in soft lymph light’s shadow slice of night held aside some city vein city node encasing silvery cigarette thoughts curled quiet round the spot our gazes cross

and speak of some untouched darkness beyond and beautiful reaching out muscle out-pattern un-tapped tapped well found forest pit-ilessness and dream someday smoke stack clouds carry our children’s minds and rain upon earth-upon membrane broke and liquid alone-all conversation with death explained in time earth-echoing cross space

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