to 'Lifting Belly':
sound of bloodlines, perfect ratios,
you--machinery beyond us severed
windows to glyphs of fern crawling
along silky paunch
swallows up--slow and this
luminescence does graze, turn pearl,
except for washed away spume & stone
always enveloping, you
loved long silent metal skin alloy
skin so sidled into crevasses
earthenware, crackle
benude a gesture of ticking roots,
spastic, stretched against
waxy membrane, resinous &
perforated
Very nice! Poem and image. A nod to DuChamp's last, which is in Philadelphia, where I live.
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