sunlight like an animal its rapture (breathing) shatter recital gales coupling stipends with a stone defiance hurled with other gestures at the cold, inert features of the whole stinking affair (stuck in a sweat-soaked and hungry sky)
burnt shrieks a hard truth to carry down that dark tunnel (always reeking of the visionary--always), not that it stopped any of them from walking as if physics really, genuinely mattered
a simple striping of the herd drinking in the elegance of nothing exposed but long, rusted pipes all alone in the private subtleties of syntax caked to your jeans (to somehow triumph over the tacit) burrowed into skeletal frames become (the bars bitten) a universal symbol of marginality, a matted density stationed wherever the money goes to share its war, its poverty, its crippling alienation for many days and nights.
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