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A fallacy of norms.

In metrological precision.

Syntactical line adherence.

Utopian chrysalis.

Brash emperor deciding

a skydance.

The iceberg of holographic coin

like the cave of healing water

placed outside the latitude.

He is made to wander

the night of the city

because the electric light

will open around him. We watch

the miracle from the hill.

Cold images align

as the morning glow

becomes the mechanical hour.

Clamshell, closed-cell

extruded polystyrene foam.

Bars of rusting cream.

Video of an old hero

and the sad guilt of the need

for a hero. White tanks

on the roof, I dream often

of the crying comedian.

BBQ at the girlfriend’s.

Clowns drunk on the beach.

The bag resembles the flag of the interior.

MICHAEL BORTH is a writer from The Hudson Valley. His work appears in Otoliths, Trampoline, Spectra Poets, DFL Lit, and elsewhere. He is the author of The Health Department, a novel available here:

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