to the face too masculine to shed-
forming glass agate, a widow
still mined from the head.
their tiny whispers are panned
yet their fate is unplanned
forming nonconformity below
as though eyes have bled
leaving claymation hollow-
against the sun unmanned
they glow against uncharted sand.
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