Continue Onto The Next Instant

slow dragons of smoke evaporate
finally
the last heave of grass-plain

grieving end-tips of summer
lashes of eyed
buttercups mourn their last

member with summer air,
relinquishing politics
from the sides of her face

appears in the foreground
if we enter
we may have the chance to

explore a border
between psychological hunger and the need
to urinate pencils

it will become abdomen
clear
ing a forest of junkyards, miles
of city-junk high

from the faucets of those
broken
tongues chattering, cicada
mattering their lives together in reactive
oblige-ment to

continue onto the next instant

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