Unicycles riding on saw blades
boarded ferries in the wrong direction
carving a rouge gap in the ocean
lifting the earth from under my feet
to build paths that we don't call streets
cesarean sections carried out with a spade
chiseled from oak / mistakes / I don't make
the knotted hair down my back
the sweat like steam
the smoke is my stack
jacked hookah smiles to dysentery
promenade bass awaits crates
crack down the side
plucked out my eyes
and slice and separate a million different ways
///disintegrate\\\
today I choose to ignore all signs
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