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Box to Outfox


Box to outfox 
heat hardening knocks

with a color of velvet
white purple black or red.

For mischiefs
and logic of vampires

whose bite at neck
stung and bled.

Arose and fled
with flying water dragons

that melted to a pox
my liberal heterodox

paddling and stuffed,
miracle and sleet.

A kingdom for a shore
fossicking for more

chairs dangling
in the dead of air.

And a lantern hanging
like a prayer

its blood-lines pulling
at roots of hair.



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