Where They Daily Make Bread

now in this space where
the day exhibits
white blood cells over

the house and its museum
dimensions
of skinned and hanging moon-light

walking across this steel-bridge to see
if the
roofs of the mosaic glass-chambers
will circumambulate

upon witnessed-presence, if
by such thumb-print recursive impressions
will turn the orbits of angular-congregation—

skeletal in the window of dangling craters,
tip-toe by tip-toe
over the pond little feet

search for bricks for cracks where spiders may live
spinning dust into furnace-heat for circulation
keeping oxygenated flow throughout radioactive

vision

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