Paper-drop eyelid flourish
swirls in saliva solutions
the knife-edge of midnight
and the brass smoking out in saunters
rubber and graphite skidding canvas
walls recede and press with arterial vigour
the fox traces the cat's trail
and shrieks something longingly/lovingly
into the wrinkles of passing night
deaf to me behind the window
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