a fountain of foam pours from stone hieroglyphics
a particle roams through the whom of calypso
and combs through blanket of stitches
darkness met white on the forth horizon
stars implode into dusty geysers
one hundred echelons and ninety nine risers
it crosses the pond in a concrete glider
there is a plain made from pillars and slate
and endless column with no width or face
it has only one side with no corners or space
to confine itself from running away
signals and veins in a rippling liquid
melody crescendos from the cosmic squid
a balcony levitates off a walled-in crawl space
an alchemists cauldron produces no waste
gas falls to solid and reduces to paste
natures milk spools silk into lace
thought kept on the mantle the sought is thick
wax silt from a candle
life burns like a wick
my memory lies in a wicker ball
when i recollect it flickers with a bright hiss
but the slivers splinter at the weakened fault
blisters form under heats softest kiss
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