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THE TURNING SHAPES OF THINGS TO COME

The turning shapes of things to come,

    Imaginations yet unseenm,

Geometries of lullabies

    Through rippled echoes newly green,

Contort the surface stretching drum,

And every depth of diving skies

Retracts its liquid lidded eyes

    To click some curling magazine.

Denatured shells on shore-like tide

    In gravities of canticles,

No place to niche the movie scene,

    No room to squeeze its tentacles,

Affording poly-lapsing hide

Among and almost in between

    Through metaphoric spectacles.

In blues of subtle methylene

    And carbon fibrous anecdotes,

The newly trolled and blinking things

    Conform to seismographic notes

That bleed the syntax guillotine

And slice the ever humming wings,

Rejoined with love to layered rings

    Of heavy smoke and water floats.

D. Edgar Lamp

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