Parse (12/5)
A love despairing is not a despairing love
is not a pineapple on a table separating endlessly
The room splits and the walls are peel
they slide and remake as an origami lotus
A table of glass is only sand after all
is only a Ocean City beach re-purposed as Jesus
Books will melt again and again
show themselves to be molting winter fur
A fur coat is not a coat of fur
These pages are bodies and the will never keep you
you warm they are oil slicks on beaches
They are contrails diffusing quickly
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