44.
Standing through pearlised light pushing uphill,
trembling sun reflecting cries of reluctant consciousness:
traffic, jet engines, an orange coat. Breezes
curl, lifting, pull shining bubbleskins apart, strip
skins, dazzling brief infinite.
Brown eyes die under orders
Hands claw seizing wheels
Light expands drowning vision
Ceiling cracks emitting night
Pale vapour tears
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