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Combust With Dust


As turns up again
horse
and the headless

salt of its sink
the nil to a null
mull.

Ghost of spinning gun
in basement undone

that weighs
a supplant and cocks
a death rant.

Pounding pounding
in the heart
tears it apart.

Best
make a run for it.

Its will-o-wisp
a violent abyss.

Firebird dancing
dancing in contempt
of time.

Seized by shadows
counterglow
raw and tender

in thrall to its shine.
Fugitive fault line.

Time out of mind unconsolable
deflowers the divine.



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