instant doppelgangers
surfer blood
everything we've lived through
prelude to the endless day
there's no other time or place or name
when the yolk split into two
twin cities are flowering
now the spores are taking flight
floating through the yard
when the wind catches the flame
where will it be carried?
a wilderness of porcelain
what was made can be destroyed
i will rest here for a while
floating through the yard
wasting for the endless nights