hand

tribes from the moritorium gloat in the wheels

substance leashed to its periphery of ghosts

tract terse to its time

slow bleedings

leaves glossed black

an aviary of slippery missives

rash of engines

yellow fibers

tiny islands

of equal length

in the squall

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