One:
Kinetic, with all the mass of light lifting onely through
trepanning flaps and caught in violent atmosphere.
Two:
Tired lines are coiling slowly round the trim; wasted
flowers boil in rot; with a colour dried from overexposed film,
each petal crinkles.
Three:
Full up and overgrown, tonight is jungle hours, an unstately
shudder of signs, moon flowers, cat paws, the howls of jackals.
Four:
Lungs coloured rustly, thrust full with anti-freeze air. Clots
spun, retreated, shrank in fear.
Five:
Hole in the head.
Six:
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