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I am drawn in circles,
swept
undercurrents of water lilies
left my feet to drift
away from the rock planet
risking amniotic space.
Going back to the shift-spun
beginnings
the lust of teeth and knives
cracked the dawn.
The thunder-jolt of
early morning.
A wasteland and fucked.
My brother learned to catch blue-bellies
frozen in the sun
under geraniums.
It was well over 100
degrees of heat or more than 360.
There was no one else to argue with.
I was kicked once by a roommate.
A bowl of oranges rolled
over.
Dogs chased
their own tails.
Bottles were smashed on the pavement.
Broadcasts
continued over the airwaves.
I lost my silver ring.
The planet kept turning
rotating in space
through alien showers.
The
secret messages could not be deciphered.
A giant
hang-yellow sky full of sun.
Blue
was misplaced and forgotten.
At noon a siren cried out from
somewhere.
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