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Jun 2017
Quake beneath my soft tissue,
tectonic passes at the good china
warm like stray memories
gargled then regretted

You're the parade,
disfigured by June wafting off the asphalt,
luxury on four wheels,
costumed in roses

but we’re not palace,
not opera,
not cathedral
at your inscrutable
command like milled limestone and
personal mythologies
Written by
Hernandez Berlinn  New Mexico
(New Mexico)   
214
     --- and Shanath
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