Trial and error established new cornucopias of mysticism
Attempting to saddle up the eventual, i kept sliding on leaves
Constant excuse for lack of excercise brought me weary to the mutated conditions
That would breach any translucense
Big curiosities come bridled with attaches
Boring minds alone could treat us this conveniently
Are we scaredy cats? Or are we long toothed dingle bats
Clandestine yodles brought us back to long brooding puppers
Grief power brought me back - i decided not to sleep like that
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nature reads itself immensely
fortuitous calamities rear from jagged obfuscations
while networks remember thought, a line emerges
connecting plot points of the unimagined
crawl to me like a brave little worm god, struggle
to breathe deeply like you might have in the past
given that atmosphere regenerates promptly
not evenly
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each day ends in an explosion of silence
briar sleeps crowded in the prairie of winnable
contests -
content is the forbidden word and the delineator of our
coincidental magics
blame the wheel, blame bread, blame the organization of
innumerable schisms…
there’s no rememberance without a nuisance to guide
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my lips are cut, my diamonds continuous
broken