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Trapped bits of sky in the earth,
Waiting in mazes of gates whose reopenings
Wait upon schedules unwritten, guessing which
Makes for a new set of mazes of gates
In the minds of...our minds? No, new metaphor.

Trapped bits of earth in a sky of resistances
Seeking the fall that will clap us to land
Tortured to tarry in traffics of rains
But then love were death. It won't do, we move on.

Rattling pebbles of coredreaming earth
In poreclawing upspreads of aspirant sky
Themselves threading flawmaps in vast rocks attentive
Aroll on the downbreaking bubbleskin bases
Of heavens imprisoned in rifts among...waters?