August heat probe
delves deep into
molasses brain drool
frying the thought think
with minced earth, snail pathed
concrete dreams that absorb thermal curse and exude, with icy indifference,
the swallowed skyfire all the night through.
Even prisoners deep in the cruelest dungeons
feel the slightest touch of joy
when those black-hooded fellows ease up on
the rack handle.
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