…whiplash eyes you
hide your whiplash eyes, Paris,
and stayed epoch is so unyielding.
years too long to bear
when horizons stay bare too long…
Time more Thief
than beggar
trammeled by
your pattern…
Quantum entanglement…
eclipsed by daily rotations
(distance, too)
a Substantial miss
when matching energy
once so Near—
recedes…
carried off
in unprecedented
3rd tide
that salted waters
with Death…
Now frosted lip crashes
on mossier gold,
on hidden, Opaque reef
that cuts obliquely, but to the Heart.
Vivisecting Carnation
a petal-strewn Idol…
spuming its surplus catch
into plurality.
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