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Weddings
the impossible, not the casual
the kind where the groom is covered with dung
and the bride is a white seagull
the way the buildings look
when they emerge fresh from the morning sea
drenched with night, clotted with pearls
marriage of reflections
gold light wedded to the perfect calligraphy
of shadows knowing no boundaries
white avalanche
thunder and dome rising from catastrophe
tropes of contrails' and star maps' merciless
divinity
thieving wilderness and the hut within
refuge from rain separated by glass
clouds trapped in bottles while we smoke
crude alchemy of corpses
slashed by time's chain of forgotten landscapes
hanging in the central gallery of the medulla
oblongata
sweet stench of fish rot
pure in the indifferent swirl
of childhood's vessel and wave
hello candles in the darkness
the ice palace melting from within
dissolved in saltwater
downstairs
the huge burlesque heart pounding drunken anvils
invincible drumbeat of a primal adrenaline rush
trees
carved into an agate ante meridian
the frame twisted into winter angels
sight
fabricating madness refusing to embrace mortality
holy dream disintegrating with each sigh
one eye
Cyclops breeding technology into pulsing red and
green signals
triggering the third eye's blinding schizophrenia
caresses
sketching the ineffable grasp invented to populate
tuned to something vaster deep beyond lies
a kiss
making us more than whole joined to death
like hip to flesh by the Carpenter's nail
the pull
between ecstasy and mutilation
sweeping rhythm of snow's virgin brooms
silence
the ache of deception created by criminal words
uttered for the sake of something greater than
ourselves
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