July 4

    A Twisted Universe

If ever the eyes
ensured us of anything, it is envy.

In those colors
we are injured and rinsed clean.

The ruse of greens
and blues conceal our ruin.

Our veins are rivers
which serve our nerve

up until the point
of tasting these serums.

The seine lifts us up
like a plunger on a syringe

up to a severe sun.
We are bile and blood and urine.

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