hands wrung, long pauses
meditate on a timeless string
creased legs, woven fates
blue, chrome, orange, pink
swoons eucalyptus, gape shrubs
crabs on a timeless string
children of hard sky walls
but for a timeless string
same thuds, same groans
clone their colored palms
in the same yard
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