lipid highways at the start of the day
limitless cat eye sunrises send us grabbing
out into nether-space for the glasses
the bottle top stoppers creak and grown
on tires outlandish and frumious
as the bandwagon is snatched from the clutches
of a heron disguised as a minnow, gone mental,
friends with the mussel,
disused to the trappings of a society on the edge
of water, too, the brink, where it has
banks upon blanks upon blanks upon banks
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