Monday, November 27, 2017

tricky/femme.

old, wrecked skin, which was al-
so anointed, according to all of
the minimal reservations, worlds
spanned and didn't want to come,
so steel, magnetical imagination

dripped as if from a faucet, the
words are so sativa, bodied them
with analysis and fact, replete:
i've taken tiny steps, and hold-
ing the light in my mouth, björk

lion stonemilker and oathwielder
who caresses the cascading, ever
cautious and adventuring for the
sakes of reinvigorated language,
that won't work, didn't display;

suppose you try to heal yourself
holding on the audio track visu-
alised an open vista that wasn't
a system, reversal games incomp-
etent liar and noncompetitive no

riddling that would intelligent-
ly design, whatsoever d'you wish
we're doing here? did you decide
to deny? whether your own power,
or anyone else's, it's criminal:

however love exculpates, and in-
sisting that love is never dull-
ed by the procession of sophist-
ry intaglio on the surface we're
rubbing, moving working through.

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