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You rewind the
mystery of where we
pretend to go just as one thing
leads the other into the next

beneath yr bullet-proof negligee

where stars fall like pills
into a glass of Mexican amber
burnt offerings to the Ace of
Pentacles

I saw myself in another language
the unconscious effort
& darker than several radiant
contingencies

slow numbers reserved for the
benediction & processional
live streaming video
from beneath the waves