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We left buck tooth teeth marks along the outer rim of a glinting sun, aluminum
And the top is facing down, pouring out

We are propelling up with crushing force
We shame the wind and gravity and steel

We will never reach her sky
Hurling our captor away and into litter
Though maybe a burden less for us
Weight lost falls still
The fuel we burn is bitter, hoppy
Spiralling evidence 

We pass the telephone wires
We pass them again
And in here that means falling down

We crash six feet from the point of impact
Not in smoke, but in a puddle

We were twisted into a crumple before we launched
Curses follow us down

2024