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[drivebyprophet]

{forcefield}
I
lay awake in the darkening dawn
spreading obscura to the makeup faces
glaring at twisted trunks in the endless dark
canopy shadow
the ice has never melted here
never met the sun on dewy mornings
sap and bark scraps frozen
beneath the soil of a trail
of karma

she had never scraped the dried lichen from
ancient granite and chew it out of her fingernails.
nor
heard the dirt monuments breath in heavy
before the hollowing madness of
hail blistering the skin of the earth.

instead she sits
confined to a
forcefield of
television in the bar.