In punishing
industrial fountains
the militiamen
ran like bulked fizz
masked few
helmets with mouths
as the belt-
pulley dumb-
founded turned
underground
stamped only a
skylight fragment
to the doorway fired swirling
I have downloaded
said the avatar
into each
the channeler sniffing
through the background
mental noise
their ovaries and gonads
in untimely productivity.
In the huge crisp
extraordinary slop
the avatar began
flexed in inchoate tissue
gingerly unthinkable & prodded
many hours he spent
hanging letters to tease
himself in the box
at the end of his street
soldering sentimental surprise
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