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Opaque Underbellies
In a moment
of panic-
you write a poem
to catch the truth.
The aplomb and glitter
of money's ride
shatters.
And the stones sing.
A star breaks away from
the galaxy.
I harbor your face
like a bee's sting.
I watch,
watch the ills of hunters.
Why you want to commit
the sin on a particular
day?
Orange planets, as of blood
and fire, seek another sun to light
the dark crevices
of doubts and fears.
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