Away from their teeth
You drag your lips
Towards eternity --
Some night I never thought
To enter
A skull

Floating in flesh
Corroded by the black reflection
In the Night Picture's story glass
Looking at your mystery ride
Now I smell your bulb flash then
Trucking impossibly the non-random cab
In vent unit of Face Light Control of me
Where all of your broken machine's plastic time-
Knobs, wires, gauges, nerve copper electing
Exposure laid long and far for this here-man
At seventy-five miles an hour
So sentient the curve's urgency to
Reach its lost green need to my hand brain
A cleave of moment, a double matrix-scape coupling
Collision off of a one-sided road
Of photograph it called a 'world'

Two-span 'T' explorers in-time-ate one curve space... But can we?
Why? Why can’t we? -- see behind the disordered lens
Time and weeds would show to me as
Your camera lips
That distanced
dancing kiss


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