Contentment

concrete startles a seam,
does it not
appear to shake the foundations of

tomorrow
as it puddles
across the terrain of the eyes

in search-light desire, but
cannot find the missing link to the species of its
electricity

the fire
of it
beneath the surface
of stone
of it

remains awake
but its torrent, a twist of perplexed relativity, then
after a sudden buffer

reflects back on its seat
and settles in a regular posture, then
speaks

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