Masticular

Door knob sings, The Anthem to the Sun,
Materializing fake plastic theories;

My daughter’s veins,
Nebulous incisors,
And crooked teeth,

Hyperventilating the insert flesh and bone
Of our deserted Summer’s vacation home.

Conceptualized degradation
Filamented discrepancies etched

While naked waters flow
Between our legs
And into the hypotenuse
Sun, twirling it’s new moon
Across the stage of universal dance rhetoric.

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