ambivalent orchestra
of vectors happens to gaze
out upon a heap of barely
acknowledged particulars
like a fancy view hiding
in plain sight on the planes
for me with a satchel
of sand & glass & caressing
hands slathered in wasabi
so be careful what you wish for
when wishes are holes
in the visage for weeping
a shower of tears like literally
a shower blasting that look
off your face like it was
an early death or a carefully
orchestrated controversy
calibrated to further inflame
these days of strange odors
seeping from pores & from cracks
in the floor beneath your
feet bloodied to stumps from
so much humping toward
the horizon you can see so clearly
& yet shifts with each stumbling
step until all that's left is space
for a lone soul's sojourn
across the firmament as his capsule
implodes & his chute deploys
two seconds too late to save him.
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