| i fear what vile ocean threads
could sew me into that wet desert
full of afterlife aliens and cold
fingered squids. breaking lightwaves
under depth perception
stolen from eyepatch men
that is, no dimensional persistence
includes the idea that we're all together
in this one. our great circle of thoughts
will all be muffled together
with our cocks erect; lusting over
powerful positions shutting the fuck up
the embarrassment of crookedness or
shortness. increase the caliber to which
we eat souls
refer yourself to the idea
we are dictated in rule enforced
by equilibrium and earth
jump higher and the sun will scald the shit out of you
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| i long to hold hands
that could cremate me
and to be delightful.
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