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black and white lines against white doors

in a corner lacking ceilings and floors

a strong look curves into convex glass

heaven stands tall and motionless


leans centered more or less… like the universe


with silver-plated nails falling

dialing double U-numbers without calling

firing a match with zeroes and ones

a silent dark rose smiles toward a brilliant sun


is this just for fun… if you, are you


realistically two-dimensional?

diamond perspective changes directional

toward her teasing auburn strands

never unless eleven eleven faith shows in my hands


to quickly press yes and… continue against this weakened joint


but youth may perplex dreams of comfort intense

like a constant futile defense

perhaps another time and place and fever state

the definite glare quite enough to sate


her soul windows illustrate… through my mind

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