The Flowers on Mars

The flowers
On Mars
Are heart shaped applause, wolves of
Silence, bankrupt fractals
On their last poems,

Asteroid belts, summer nights, lava, rocks, stones, leaves, solitary. They ask,
What are the numbers in the fourth dimension? What are the quadrants of solitary meanderings?

This dawn of the stones.
I walk alone.

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