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Kylan Rice

How cozy you were there in film--
To re-watch yourself
Disturbing miles of bird on the spit is a blessing.
A closer look: all the bargains
Made previous to flight.
All boredom in one wing resting atop another.
Flight as an outtake: splice set, pan left--
I'm at a distance from the beach.
You stare where there once was noise.
I give a wing's worth of area
For a montage of uplift
As if light could bludgeon out the life-like.
No one cures their own film
Due to grins glimpsed in dark rooms.
There are no other beaches you can salvage--
Every bone afterward was just a bet on shatter pattern.
Every body was just outside the city.
Every shiver came from some place
Ribbed & real.

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