A temple where to lurk

It is a submarine
I live in land-sunk.
I made a curry of railroad tracks
to end up by the tallest
live oak to live on here stuck.
The fish in this clear intolerable
deep grow like grass-shrimp
pump on, to pump on the gears
of old tail spinners
mowing at bottom sludge.
Every morning you can look
out at the sun through
holes in the wall
like holes between eyelids.

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~ by Jeremy on March 3, 2011.

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