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and seep
the subluminous exchange
between
spent figures
side/swept
a distance spoken in
(and waking from)
torpid
egyptian formed
tremulous heat

sleepwalking fingers
digging with
long morning
curtain traced shadows
to come
the electric
briny glaze
of subsumed
milky liqueur

there is a rhythm
there is a rhythm

to
this collapsing maw
that swirls
cosmic body signatures to
the sudden laughter
of unexpected
listing vessels