Fringes love whistling of
desert space behind a ruin
that might be mistaken for
what was once a place of
worship showing precepts
that develop the other side
Soon goes to hell enclosed
by ramparts pointing at
anomaly like wild crown or
crooked tool scratching
outline of journey inside
the beholder racing toward
wire mesh trash ticket
in the next fitness course
joining a procession that
suddenly stops on a dime
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