Lives A Worm

the pale tornadoe
distance in the
turn key

haunts the
river shape
eye hole
of
cities

yet lurking
through shade in the
umbilical summer
permanent trees

lives a worm
taller than
any building
containing thunder
in the belly of its
motor
air

no one
can recognize it
as it has
mutilated its
gender
away from the
spams of history
and entered in the mind-activated
money-assimilation
by simple
palm prints
of a

decision, words

cant stop it

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