Sharp, flat, white, horizon
Grey zones, here and there
A shadow growing, a tower
I am sinking forwards
Formless turtles, forgetful shells
Time lay back, aside
In and out, dragging breath
Star maps have swallowed the sun's appeal
Far away, a crunching, flattening
Whipping, heaving and rolling loads
by torn out eyes
and screaming faceless figures
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