marble
moon rolling around
earth
the dead
spin
the world
with wispy
cloud
feet
as
they
fly
from water
& oxygen
into atoms of dark matter
secrecy
where nothing is an
animal
where layers of mind
leaf
upon black rock
& quarks of things are
crazy without sensory
whirling biology of time
no packages of light
no creature instinct
is involved
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