| Inside the father’s eyes, white. | A gold of many glows. |
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| Around his head, a second head. | White-on-white-on-white. |
| xxx | xxx |
| a hunk of blank space, meat or ceiling, | a white of darkness inside the son, |
| mask or fervor, him or he, or she: they | scourged and beeping, gone, going |
| xxx | xxx |
| A gold of man glows, unfolding. | In stereo of stereos, so wide. |
| xxx | xxx |
| [Inside the second head, the father | [Inside the second head and house, a |
| watched the space around his body | city spinning soft. A sea which in the |
| shuffle, open, like a deck of | open caused a closing, a collapse of all |
| decks of cards, into a house.] | that ageless air same as it came.] |