Whit(h)er
Version 2, By Jennifer K Dickthe particles still to float in the morning bonelets skeletal splinterings, her, my confectionary burns white steeples through dust, whalebones, ribs, carcasses to carry over Charon’s boating to eye-thickened memories
................................portaged together: desire's taffey-lenses' bottlebottom glass like ruby lips drenched through hotel openings peer at her (me) we’re ladder-rungs, echelons steepled in white dust cloud-climbed upon Lethe’s muffling wavelets, limbs, livers, lugged over lugubriations of flower-conversation in a lapsed artefact,
....................................................................artifactual plaster powdered unhemmed lessons restiched between rays revealed atoms' teethlike thieves shaking a thicket of thistles, paled tapestries or palmfronds or hands over mouth over thighs over sighed sightings
.......................overhead ululas, tonsils, larynxes launched into a choral inflammation heard laid with ceremony corralled by her, my, imagination in the seered shift ripped forth and forward float flowing of the raft tile tilt, whirl of, while, world whorled of, particle-splitting
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