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Gravitron
Sorrow minded and trickling down a hallway,
he fits leather into linoleum; sterling rubber on its way to gold.
There’s a purple on the fabric and
the night is a centrifuge
circling and circling and circling.
(Stars pressed to the sky:
bugs on a windshield.)
Volcanically skirting by tar and houses,
the yellow is closing in:
(schools of underwater canaries
nipping at my wings).
But now the water’s moving downward and
the birds are beak-up.
Nights like these have a habit of splitting,
(layers upon layers upon layers)
Beyond the grass and the glass and the bulb and the blood
there is a fire.
You just have to spin a little faster to find it.
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