Showed a crawlspace sloping down to floor level, below,
to transactions limnlight spinning exchanges of spiders
and small things each million legs lifting gossamer by
another candle. Showed with care the fragile link, kink
of knee where joint locks land last.
A snapshot stolen at the intersection of two stories, where
one man stammers in time to Tommy/where one man, stumbling
home, slips in slick too red
Is there remembrance or is it the hoarders impulse only?
Showed a snapdragon mouth lipping carefully a childs finger and
what flower shows such soft hunger, but damaged by rain
another time it will flow up from its roots and be but another
muddy corpse.
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