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A shut door without a house

A sleepwalker gives up a snake,

Lesser evil of a god will preside over

Under a sickle moon, the effect was colossal.

Ceaselessly, the September moon

This September. It is going to be very quiet.

Uncannily sanguine, wounded by biting gnats―

Downy mildew, blinks. The sun

Overlooks the juvenility. The shrinking genitals.

A severed hand, after the blast, working on a script