What slips from her hand while the ...

What slips from her hand while the metro goe black
is anyone's gues
it's ludicrous how grief outstrips the mirror driver's seat sempiternel
coke squeezing her watchs shut

Released in succession its own recognizance more possessive
than through all ages the sentence stops in mid-air: crummy details
of her detention already misspent in my mouth,

a mourning I wear upon my ankle like a prayer wheel
I make go round and turn until I reach her small room

Give me your lips. Hand drawn revealed like a sewing
pattern I touch yours in succession either side of the plexiglass

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