this is hell to be got out of
unpitied strip unpeeling
in the massive heat
there is old
order here
the earth
has spat it
copper slats
as green in rock
as gold goes red
the mind
turns back to meet in veins
the scale
as the landscape
tunes it up
we were heated
in the system
then
got stuck
accounting
the surprise of it
so constant
it became inhabitable
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