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he & she & they laughs from table — wrist watch daises piled upon forearms secrets bloom as soap does well
in necromancer sleep,
never lifting their wrist
the fork moves upon singularity lips
spittle crossing gaps
beyond the veil.
wearing a silk tunic on a day-soaked #eld —
the Baffler's skin is pale as the ground we see a body's face in doorway -
no dress, no shoes, no hair.
sea blue (as I see it —
& like sea that I saw it on),
the sky is pale night
ground warm no sweat stains -
clouds dark, heavy,
but we can see some light - all shapes of faces absorb
