like woven nylon through linoleum felt,
coil again to a slouch,
like parchment peeling from caulking welts.
circular rocks in states of decay
smocks of flesh have flocked away.
multi headed voices mask a whisper of true intent
tongues from several demons spit phonetics into indents.
and in gravity's womb lies an ovary jewel
in blank plot it thought and grew a yellow pupil.
On a lily pad of magnets
in a pond of hydrogen drool,
snarled in dismay from disjointed loopholes
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