one that was her children
new visions persist
ions mined in solitude
children dream of light
where is the mother
her fragmentary patterns
each passenger searched
murky water burns
strange fish guide the new clippers
gnaw silica growths
tight-skinned space crawlers
mouth exudates heal lesions
on the pitted hull
I swim endless blood
yearn to love your skin your lips
eat urban toxins
End
Star*Line, 2006
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