A doll is in wincing
Indestructible casings
make things outlandish for the missing.
Set a fire in outer space
watch it fall inward
then toss it in a louder place.
The system's flow goes so gently
in the Seventies bent with electric
powder drunk off sedatives
Like the swarming, sacred uprooter
Symbols carved in the mouse cheek
that are seemingly new to her.
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