A horse hiked over the earth.
Robed. Lift the robe and find roads,
tongues on the floor of tylenol, clapping.
A smile slides sideways off a face
then hangs there midair.
Forthwith, another face comes
on a witch with a stitch,
but a kitchen’s stitch, so full of knives
clanking as they dance in halfness
halfness like darkness? someone yells
to my left from ny, if half of the world
fell off would we notice? or would
the world only fall so we would
notice only half of that?
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