late for the 19th and out of sequins

April 19

the egg built into the sky – or

break the walk, skillful, a heart in the face

of fracture

 

one bulb growing

a forcefield into forget

the color

 

of sick walled hospitals

and their tear-

away walls, the flaking wood

 

stripped to knock

for luck – to take the posts

put them up

 

and up direct into

the hippocampus to orbit

other folk, and fold

 

in place, the neuron

firing time and whatever

follows. there are

 

lancets for threading

the drops together

water in ever-frozen

 

minds – whole

escaping

between the folds

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