Cirrus Dancing


Cirrus Dancing

Start with the corners.
The half minutes. The awkward bumps.
Blue for the sky, and white
lace breezing from walls
like poetry waxed smooth.
Here, the puzzled pieces
of your ankle
braille under baked digits.
Pull this apart,
deconstruct, an eventime light
lifting your eyes-
line scanners, them
and words words
pulling back down
filling in the gaps.

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