eighty eight eight one thousand cut tiles cut tile wrought with gold flecked flocked in gold painted threads and strands, the filaments from thread a rug from gold, the torso painted into the arc of a bridge concave caved-in bee-stung vague and luminous waking a few feet of tendrils in long-spine contortion of a bridge, grace and light and the fluttering of vivid threads the jaw hollow, bee-stung and the luminosity of pallor chinawhite consumptive contorted in pain or pleasure wallpaper painted vertebrae eight hundred eighty eight wet wax boughs tendriled little lights flocked in gold in his spine I saw the ornament of a bridge. 

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