that
either rainbows
the water
or oil
our black
tongues sink
with a
flooded engine
you told me light
is the refracted way
bicycles fall
because hope
marks erasers
left behind
when hope fades
with the
fabric softener
fold up your
hands like sidewalks
until that comes
bob
for apples
president
and play
me immortal
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