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Jun 9
My mother, mothering at my sister's fringe,
ruptures, shatters into
a million billion decibels of cry, of
tear, of scuffed skin
and now milliseconds that don’t exist.  
Slipped the precipice and my sister spins,
shrinks into the bleary nothing
emitting dissolute rubble of unknown origin:  
tea leafs; wasp wing, comet teeth,
God; what little dusk is edible;
text in rain drops between the feet.

Only cerebations are me.  
Infinity tanks of chrome machinery
The rest is my sister's Gravity,
Robert C Ellis
Written by
Robert C Ellis  Greenville, SC
(Greenville, SC)   
     a name, Emma, Benzene, Zoi Ardens, Wk kortas and 1 other
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