aegri somnia
whose hand pulled down the anvil
onto this swarm of tiny heads
pressed the blade upon the rope
at null o'clock the toll is for each
onto the lip of abyss dancing
with a forgotten song
measurements crushed out or funnelled
flutter into these thundering furnaces
our step has no purchase here
amidst the rainbow industry seasons
sucked through the vortex of jagged teeth
whose hand pulled down the anvil
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