by S.G. Mallett
It is a preraphaelite sunrise
I am talking with my hands
in the driver's seat in traffic
casting time one bonus action
the cantrip has no effect
I am the ram abraham had
lying around how
lapis lazuli of me or yellow
no how yellow or brown
were the thickets in relief
or the archimedean beam what
made my midden its midden
and when I look next
to what I think is
the evening star is the morning
suspended from steel cables
concrete reinforced with steel
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