Locked memory jail-breaks silk woven lace
and sets sunset to cross into an exploding mine night
With a bubbling sweet spritzer
multiplied by the exponent of all dying stars;
their spilled light-ink recites
all way bursting couplet rhymes
recorded on a thin moonlight paper
that Writes itself off a perigee circle in a misty vapor,
At the edge of a new day,
Litmus test color of the mind doesn’t matter
Red, white, and blue are just toppings to the stars
Along with May lilac bloom
Of a drowning thought dark-purple spume
Spreading the edge of the backyard line
And following a scent of a presence as the ultimate sign
of a living host and its unknown warbling inhibited ghost.

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