shock

the bellowing sky
reached up
and I tasted nickel
cool and fast

the acrid smell of skin
clothed in scent
tied to the trees
of an endless sky

I watched a colorless
moon, lift up into heaven
empowered by the scene
of a tormented soap

the towers of a slow sky
shot into our slain
mischief

I lost myself in the clothes
of a daunted booth
a carnival of lost children
who walked unknown

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