Names made of light
Fight under plastic and glass.
Racehorses with blinders
Make corners tighter as they pass
Stacked,
Packed,
A relentless, foreboding stampede.
This delicate weave of poison leaves
Rejects a double helix
As it tangles like weeds,
As it dangles its seeds
Over super-rich soil
To feed these machines
that breathe and bleed oil.
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