how slow

lhow slowly the soldiers deploy their generals of oil and hair

tulip asteroid

turn the sick petals from the porch

savory lamplight of river

the eggs of your eyes

i would rather floating bridge be than the crossroad of the sun

2 stone pillars

stare, then crack

butterfly of book is open hand

i collect ex-marines like apples

tulips

a tiny stone

.

don't come any closer

or ever leave me

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