Ray Guns and Eyebrows

Ray guns and eyebrows,
Volcanoes and arrows,

Are such things sink
Their claws into falling snow
Not say a word.

A silly sleep of fire
Turning over like a dream

Is something like geometry
But with laundromat eyes.

The rain in ghost shoes pilling dark rocks on the horizon

Rattles with nonsense
And aboriginal wind.

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