I'm writing a story
to tell myself
one day when I
tear the heat
from the wires
a dream a final
melody
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//The ground/
The ground/
Bent carbon/
Piled into dirt/
Forever/
A day/
Then crumbled/
Compressed to/
squishy/
crawly/
Squirmers/
Swimming this river//
//Outlines/
The silhouette/
Of a dancing/
Noodle/
Horns of bone/
Burrowing/
Silica/
Clay that may/
Hold worms/
Or tendrils/
Of suffocating green goddesses/
Ripping out air/
Dry tongues/
Demanding mud/
For moisture/
And still/
And still/
Clawing/
Caverns/
Our beams follow/
Fingers to floor/
Fingers to floor//