Under the angles of protein
naked asteroids gleam
demand to press
flesh with the cigarette
stars thrown like lowdown dice
fierce men, arched at an angle,
will through a door in the east
dream of us
tongue can pleasure
flying shrinking to nothing
wet with electricity
when the stars themselves finally give
out from the trees
like the end of your wick
that becomes a summons
the momentary
wanderings of the
blind
and all their angels flicker.
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