Doesn't tho' look poetic?
Burned skin - not blackened - not chicken on a grill
just red - blistered even - but red
It smells like a hairdryer left on until overheating
Cocoa butter - sand - the blankness of sky
Words look poetic - letters aligned up down circular -
logic breaks before a podium and a room hanging on the ledge
of heard and not heard -
language falls to its doom -
This is a sandcastle - not actually made of sand or castle
but of the memories of the land
That is once held those things within it
It is the hangover of dinosaurs roaming the earth
Once this space had to deal with all of that weight - it's
sinister but true -
The smell of that burning - of that oil in that car
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