legs hang down to a painting of a painting
flapping like eels in electric cobalt.
hair squiggles on the surface
in dark amber.
Arms fret above the under sun
butter hovers for miles
in a black coral basement
of silent lungs and broken ships.
Diamonds float on a bracelet horizon
waves travel east in thousands
wash and rinse the skin of the earth
and pull back to a glistening paragon.
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