by JKD, after Lisa P's Drink & Jill Darling's (pl)ace
We step into a box
sky
over the land mass into
a
then
rattled
as in fire
the red, the black earth of it's
sky
a query lingering
swimming in the brown murk
could be the Tiger, the Thames
brockeraged slice off
this
the spin put on things
daily
sleep
circle as reaching black
back
memory's a scorpion-tail
flick
sting of harvest winds
sky of
this masked potential,
remoriated placement
singed
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