A doorknob unravels,
conscious of lingering shelter.
Rattling and rusted
panels quiver from solemn sighs.
Metal velvet screeches its protest against
careless architecture. Hitchhiking across,
translatable astrology imparts stories
from freckles crumpled in
indigo shells
smuggled and swelling into a dusty radiance
at gundown.
Lay your sun down.
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