all diminuendo blushes backhand
(do you read me)
bracketed perfume lines down
its socket wrench
and wheels go flute
and while the feather
in a valley blows away
unnoticed children play
the riveting commercials
till we're plied with shoots
and looking out from lenses
in a capture mode
consider the ode
about to be imparted
to the window light
and thus absorb oncoming flight
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