![[clouds (digital photograph)]](/imags/photos/stock/clouds.jpg) "clouds" (digital image) 2002
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"treads" [2004.0806.1227]
she's got Mars
wrapped around her fingers,
war machines
staring our her windows.
newer skies above
and between her breaths
i wish i was dead.
old gods gather dust,
but i've got orange glow
and i've come to get saved.
she cleans me with a stroke
and taps the button.
my cannon tracks immaculate clouds.
i look out the window
and think about my corpse.
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