XII. Double Gallery
More total like a moral totem
Dirt factotum
Sublime crow (you can eat it)
Divvies for coolers
Scanning the bellows for pricks
The beautiful clanking moment
obscure because it can be seen
A fragment of consciousness blurred
in the rustle of cobwebs memorially
Broken from immanence like a mimetic
shadowboxer oblivious to the actual punches
Hunching toward Betelgeuse
with a crowbar.
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