Sweating sugar cane,
Concrete ravines,
Mountains behind
Standing icicles.

And spitfire
On rings

In rhythm and time
To a pendulum
During the climb,

Frost setting in.
Clawing brambles,
Acidic herbs.
Shattered fissures

Before an expanse
Of hazy mountains,
Torn open to expose
Cement cobwebs.

Sidereal specks of
Caltrop flowers
Salt the roots of a
Clouded hypogeal,

Where on hilltop bedrock a
Dewpoint valley fountainhead
Keeps vigil from across on
A tall and balmy watchtower.

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