I drank you in a dream of tattooed isis ensembles
stuck my seeds in obituaries denied
and I cannot be certain of the dust I seen
click stacked under burden of their assemble
I read you amidst the quiver dogs teeth
anthropomorphic / the child inside relitigated
fevers at the touch of my surgeons hands described
as ions detracted amongst the chemical imbalance
and tinker heavy only since you've been at my side
indigenous I must remember your climate is not
binary not organic but crawling backwards as the
septic woman spoke / almost mythologically so
I cannot be one to back star any prevailed truth
surrounding legitimacy of your (yes, your) text feed
the wavering transparency
to your distracted eyes of my clawing walls
is the closest your molten aircraft to my quilled castle
that you will ever come
in a moat throat sung found torrential you are drunk
in a wrote horns contort to tones with no dead lies
compass is an island from which the center you will find no dye-rection
I must remain for you only as the foot note ascribes
I hope for your sake you one night find
a cedar clearing in the out stretch of your mind
brass malice encompass is an island from which the center heaves
with lust a trench I weave to the sounds of another day
I hoped that tomorrow I would still feel the same
I can only hope that tomorrow I will still feel
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