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Suns gone dim and

Sky has turned black

the planet has fallen into a burlap bag

of dances and vodka and lightbulbs

and stars dripping slowly from

a blue-black sponge stuck somewhere

up there.

I feel like dry sands blown

atop an aquifer. Skin split

in such an everywhere

eyes ponds beneath thin sheets of ice

insides

hungry fish. It takes so little music

to flood an evening

but all the poems

just sink down

below.