Bakerlite Traffickle.

Dust that fell away from stacks of yellow

uncomposed pages the quills marking the

Ornate carved woods of petrified trees

that past through illustrious hands.

To the suburban wired window

Ivory hoops and Bakelite entwine

The passage of fickle fingers 

numbered Runs of six and one 

 bleeding and scared bamboo audio lips.

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