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Night pours purple ink.
Houses jut frozen grass
as a spot of orange
dribbles over.
Streetlight halo.
Van gogh stars
or tv glow.
Radio wave tremble.
I move through
the landscape
with
out
touch.
If I squint at paper branches,
will I see pixels?
My hand the same bark.
Carbonation vibrates my legs.
I force words from under my tongue.
A sky of polished stones turns slowly.
Houses jut frozen grass
as a spot of orange
dribbles over.
Streetlight halo.
Van gogh stars
or tv glow.
Radio wave tremble.
I move through
the landscape
with
out
touch.
If I squint at paper branches,
will I see pixels?
My hand the same bark.
Carbonation vibrates my legs.
I force words from under my tongue.
A sky of polished stones turns slowly.
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