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Nothing but blue skies

in these streets, cratering the inside. Forests
thrive when owls hide their mind's eyes in their
breasts. Sequined wings brush the hairless.
The spiraled center ruptures —
we have come to a new year.

Nothing but waving trees
in these streets, wind-moving.
Nothing but tall stems
in these streets, lamp-shining.

[nip] naked mercury
ropes [nape] electric
light paths [nudge]

Humans no longer
see any worth in sitting

wholly in silence.