blocked, tear duct lullaby
  Jonathan Dick

powder, powder
everywhere, the fractured
skylight of a universe
soaring through the inner
ear, of siblings and
brothers and sisters i will
never, nauseous masses
alighting the torch of cartoon
freedom, tangoing to the dress
of appal.

powder, powder
everywhere salting
the psychopathic time, hard it rains
onto the manipulation of phantom
limbic systems expressing
bodily needs, ugh
forget the nighttime, wonderings
they were only there
to comfort your diuretic
agony, was a morsel of descending
ancestors gliding along the backs
of energy, in the mindful
beams of wood
made out of powder,
powder everywhere.

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