A New Construction
a watch which
needn’t run even an instant longer
petals dripping their syrups
into spaces without
ridiculous
patterns in the fathomless sky
it pours
petal-shaped softness into a
symmetry of nectar
some new flesh
a kind of whelming
dissolving into delectable
consumption inside lost pieces, places
maps won’t tell you about
then there were only thoughts
barely formed, persisting palpitations
evidencing
antiseptic fluid, hoping to transcend
the tongue
in order to abolish the undoing of words
unrecognizable animal reflection
out of his lips and
shone onto every creature and every flora capable of
prism pollination
of a lemon tree on fire
with soft explosions of seeds outgrowing the
rind
imprisoned in the
dark sky, moons apart and on opposite ends
of the sun
maps fall apart in your hands
trust the pieces to take those fragments of
you who argue
frequencies on a private wave-
length that exists only in vapourized breaths
volcanic hands and
is ever begun but is always in progress,
and it never ends either
and until the next
space in the wall opens up
it can be
a new construction built
on incubated cracks
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