In the market a sabre kicked a star-shaped batcher Into my headI poured oceans - notthe sort with fish , frogs & shrimpsIt's the quill-rimmed circle & the circleIs scarlet, crimson & dots of broken Jade& Leviathans & catacombs & bloodIn the room father placed himself on the couquina table & tore himself to piecesHe's a luna moth lost in spiderwebHe had combed war with a broken fingerOr the finger dwarfed by a bit of grenadeHunting for why it swallows minors unawareOf its emanationA week ago a bazooka breathed& Buried me in reiuns & dirtsMama  enconced on the chair beside meHumming the lullaby of the cementaryHow do the body gathers after desintigratingTo portehards-Rando  had painstakingly dreamed fatherOn the circular carbon sheetAn igala cenemartographer encoding the verdantBrackens of the countryside  once capturedFather furious & open-mouthed Rando re-created the captured lightBecause the  camera  captured  anger & loveFather who loved him above rubees yelled at him for hurting a dog- Rando desiredTo hang it in the school art gallery & repositoryI ignored the sabre & marched to the Shop of the artist that will re-create the Torn image- begging tears to halt and walk edge away

<div>In the market a sabre kicked a star-shaped&nbsp;</div><div>batcher Into my head</div><div>I poured oceans - not</div><div>the sort with fish , frogs &amp; shrimps</div><div>It's the quill-rimmed circle &amp; the circle</div><div>Is scarlet, crimson &amp; dots of broken Jade</div><div>&amp; Leviathans &amp; catacombs &amp; blood</div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div>In the room father placed himself on&nbsp;</div><div>the couquina table &amp; tore himself to pieces</div><div>He's a luna moth lost in spiderweb</div><div>He had combed war with a broken finger</div><div>Or the finger dwarfed by a bit of grenade</div><div>Hunting for why it swallows minors unaware</div><div>Of its emanation</div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div>A week ago a bazooka breathed</div><div>&amp; Buried me in reiuns &amp; dirts</div><div>Mama&nbsp; enconced on the chair beside me</div><div>Humming the lullaby of the cementary</div><div>How do the body gathers after desintigrating</div><div>To portehards-</div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div>Rando&nbsp; had painstakingly dreamed father</div><div>On the circular carbon sheet</div><div>An igala cenemartographer encoding the verdant</div><div>Brackens of the countryside&nbsp; once captured</div><div>Father furious &amp; open-mouthed&nbsp;</div><div>Rando re-created the captured light</div><div>Because the&nbsp; camera&nbsp; captured&nbsp; anger &amp; love</div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div>Father who loved him above rubees yelled&nbsp;</div><div>at him for hurting a dog- Rando desired</div><div>To hang it in the school art gallery &amp; repository</div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div>I ignored the sabre &amp; marched to the&nbsp;</div><div>Shop of the artist that will re-create the&nbsp;</div><div>Torn image- begging tears to halt and walk edge away</div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div>

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