constellations
raze
maybe
the
unexplained
stains
that
bleach
this
carpet
a
brighter hue
than
it
was
born
to
be
aren't
the
work
of
some
failed
experiment
,
but
a
map
of
stars
i
can
trace
with
my
toes
whenever
the
spirit
moves
me
.
i
count
four
here
.
and
if
you
draw
a
line
through
these
spheroids
of
plasmatic wool,
you'll
see
the
outline
of
a
gun
—
a
finger
firing
something
so
much
better
than
copper
-plated steel.
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what's it to you?
who
go
blather
from