live in a world
we where
smoke alarms ask
for batteries weep
on your attractive
skin sucks sunlight
rains when it pours
as if it was black
and on display
in a rose city a
neutron bomb of
renovation orchestrated
so precisely flashing
with the ferocity of lightning
a gavel smack that
cleaves the tenuous
bridge between
hemispheres squeezed
til
that last
metallic
click-
as we dance
with them
that brung us
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