Red
Hot rope reds and
ocean waves, deeper wires, -
copper chords, red and blue -
drowned in sticky red -
body of blood -
deeper within the ocean floor-
water waves and red hot stick
deeper incandescent white wires
torn apart in tender couplets-
drowning deeper down-
the ocean floor.
limp sand, and pebbled black stonesf
roll behind to darker shores
in red hot sticky strain
It enters the red hole in the brain.
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