The slide of serpent armor
collecting in the seas
across the old flea collars
remove her tasteless guns, please.
Arrange for every beautiful thing to change
arresting the noon with the colors of the underbelly
A blank stare fissures martyrs
cure for the plume or census, destroy this element
do what the ancients did to wonder
theived the hybrid ghost of the pleather goose
deconstruct the water
play it in your favor
sitting still on the crumbling canopies
away from the mode and safe from danger.
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