Fat
leg meat swells in heat.
Kebab
crossover legs sweat.
Trains
speed
up,
down, and on and on.
Mind
the doors;
moving maps of light
fight, and
then
suddenly
then
suddenly
blossom into light fringes of Victorian sculpture
dropping down into sun drawn dark
floored in heavy moods and dead hand shapes.
Speed,
speed speed
Light
clouds ribbons across the sky
Flash
shape
gape
gape
gone
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