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They took a cross-section of spine

This was encased

Like everything abandoned in the desert

Going way back

Just my chin on a corner, a brick shuddering under another sad brick

Telescoped

Back to the Now:

A belt dreams over the back of a wooden chair

40 years later you're still packing

The rose is a delicate thorn and it punctures

The burning match

The shadows the evolving birds throw down all levered with efficient
000teeth

They stand in the limelight of the past

(Their faltering voices won't plow through your windows)

Just throw away those chopsticks

They put in a pond

One large, artificial bed

She wants to come back as a golden retriever

I'm still trying to recover