Blowdown
Veined wall inscribed by
incessant worms,
ragged bowl bristled with snapped
roots arcing
blue white current, fine filigreed
circuits
bleed final sundered
transmissions into
the distant past, lighting
the way back; time
rent asunder, clockwork
revealed where one
by one these blue and
green glass beads emerge,
cast to the four winds in
fury; worthless
wampum, a sly swindle
overtaken
by the relentless march to
this moment
I wear like reading
glasses, transfixed by
one pierced blue tear, filament through the heart.
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