Hang on, like a skeleton's spider
dropping through trellises
to alight on a pelvic horizon
a halfsunken garden's marauder
outliving the skins it sheds
It is very difficult unless alone
Shed only once, it is permanently bright
revealed by degrees, as the sand around it
is silently blasted away into a clear sky
Think about how beautiful we must be
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