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                      our blue soft eyeballs kissed
                      the cables slapped across the street
                      the melting yellow sky
                      moved across the dome

                      the revolving flashing hub caps turned
                      under the great pipe-worked bellies
                      the gold-bird statues
                      scraped down the street and
                      grazing the horizon with
                      their tongues and tails
                                              caught in the cables

                      the dust over
                      the screaming red traffic lights





blue & sky & yellow wormhole: stormy sky
eyes wormhole: foreign affairs
passing wormhole: radar-blinking
red wormhole: ‘the open-air …’
streets wormhole: ‘across the street …’
traffic lights wormhole: ‘at the traffic lights …’