Bombs set off out of my open eyes,
Shapes revolving in a vein structure;
This ethereal rhizome romping,
Tied to beings of ground,
Lost out in air.
Dipolar voices
Make each divide,
Branch after branch,
Ruddy liquid truth never still, astride
Until it spreads and crosses
Blocking beneath,
Another vein shooting beyond
the now and the then explosion of eyes.
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