our darling doe eyes and receding hairlines
are built on twisted ladder halves of complementary
acidic elegance, skulls sparking hot thoughts compartmentally
like God-wrought charging elephants stampeding
twenty-four triumphant feet crushing dry grass
with soft flesh under a noontide flash
of a hot, wet, center-set
self-destructible sun.
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we run on dark-spotted blood and it shows.