Landfilled in the Reflector

The autumn of intrigue begins

with

lemon eyes,

peaches in syrup,

surreptitious.

You can go anywhere with

that atlas phantom fantasy.

I want you

to read me down on white seas

while we bag ouroboros

and dive through

double headed serpents

because you can’t climb

a tree of smoke.

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