Effluvia Drifts

A film collects
The white lays over the grey lays over
the dusk of membrane
What scars the air of dark
What sweet gravity hangs the nipples

One teaspoon held over cracking
Golden swirling rust
The spill of yolk
on new legs unsteady
Crown of effluvia gathers quick

What lifts the eyes to liquid
Bowl of listening
What scatters the ash

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