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A Chase of Lights


Sunshine invoked
the tanning dept.

Surrender surrounded
by a chase of lights.

An antenna tower
where angels hover.

Wide as hell -
for freezing over?

Tethered to sun
and moon
and freezing rain.

Gathering wood
set on

by frays
of my holy insane.

Ran to the hills.
Sleep in mountain time.

What comes back to life
in Death Valley

watered
by snowmelt.

waves of amber
like cubes to a function.

Dry as dust heaves
to a pink halo.

Snakes
biting their time.



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