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A Chase of Bonking Lights


Sunshine invoked
the tanning dept.

Surrender
surrounded
by a chase of bonking lights.

An antenna tower
where angels hover.

Wide as hell -
for freezing over?

Tethered to sun
and moon
and freezing rain.

Gathering wood
turned holy battle.

Lures
ate the wildflowers

watered
by snowmelt

what comes back to life
in Death Valley

waves to amber
like cubes
to a function

dry heaves
of a halo.

Snakes
biting their time.

Spreading cries
sum of dead pies.


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