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indirect circuit

I leak
out the sides
some bravissimo
waterfront of on again, off again
stuttering, weathered, war-torn lip-service tears
of my inner-crazy, my outward-palate for an
endless summer vacation where all roads
lead to hum and flux and spatter'd
self-sacrificed forever-love,
I would wear around
like a nimbus
so I could pass
through the shackled
conduits keeping the legions
out of your opulent heart's acropolis  
until my fleet of anxious, crimson, rampant
flags burn through their fossil fuels just enough
to cease their existential terror
until they're pink and then
smoke and then

22 Jun 16

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