Knives in the bathroom lights like vines.
Trumpets crunch in riverbeds, grow steps,
Stem tubers out for gills, meteors.
In retreat. Goody bar. The end-eating train
Over the heads, down wired to haze.
The levers, the ledge, whoso clever, cogs:
Unveils their effluvia
With whips and spinning ships of Shaw
Stratagems, other gamy meats to straw.
Turn it off, hinge back the link and newt,
No gear mists the grates. Stink. Offer agony.
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