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poème · juil 2026 · achevé

A burning sky over a black treeline, one telecom mast standing in it

Sphere, line, plane, grid
grass 404 in acid candy
I walk barefoot in styrofoam
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Old sky turns black
light from cities off
mirrors torn into
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Deer, rabbits, birds, worms,
trees, ferns, magnolias
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Born in a molotov cocktail
in a night buried into sols
calcinates broken from lives
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I stand hands open
knee on a grill
Tears boiling off for all
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What have we done to doves