Pandora crater hawks have gone out that night
knives have spread
the confines of the world. It is uncertain
hunger or some links are
of progress, nor are the trains
weighting promises
mirrors and trinkets. No spine
Neon Rose is beneficial
and a serpent to the century challenges
and draw in the sand
the cry of abundance.
At dawn everything glows like the curved sword blade.
At dawn, no excuse, we will have to bend the spine. The crater
Pandora black birds have left.
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