Peacocks in sequence
on the dysphoric path
jockey between the mariachi,
skimmed umbra
and agasp agate.
Form an orderly line.
Sumptuous street-creeps
are evolving.
Empty your yellowed skull
of primrose promiscuity,
where a servile swish in the canopy
preclacks the ending of the gaggle.
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