An image develops in a dark room.
A crowd moves past rope knotted seahorse drawn pencil and ink ushers.
Mirror strung sand reflections distort gallery sections.
The loose cannon powder from the austere veneer.
Light proof theory worn woodcuts.
Facing mistaking no time to think
the serene machine triangle points to what’s next.
The crooked wave appearing without pitching tent in sand or heaven.
The stuttered cicada echo chanting evening.
The ghosts in a dark row can’t wait to be seen.
A crowd moves past rope knotted seahorse drawn pencil and ink ushers.
Mirror strung sand reflections distort gallery sections.
The loose cannon powder from the austere veneer.
Light proof theory worn woodcuts.
Facing mistaking no time to think
the serene machine triangle points to what’s next.
The crooked wave appearing without pitching tent in sand or heaven.
The stuttered cicada echo chanting evening.
The ghosts in a dark row can’t wait to be seen.
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