Sickened

 
Weeping whiskey:
there’s a brown poppy head
that crowds the horizon,
 
stirs soft granite,
 
disappears:      annihilating caves
under seas
pressing the roof of an ear.
 
 
Everything stops.                   Orpheus hangs shapeless.
Everything moves.                  Prometheus sleeps painless.
Everything breathes.              Lazarus licks the dirt.

 

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