the end of all flesh is come before me
polyvocal
poetry is only light the police hacked
cornflower as spilt seed
drink the light
everybody is in pain
seeming to forage
amorousness asleep
torment out of a lighthouse
smooth light!
imagine
sea wash circuitous
held
there is the noise
the language
sorry to the dead
spilled
calling we
need them
they left us inundated
last rites for a voice
without its next suffering
tears of rectitude
one hardly agrees
a clatter of insula tongue
lies sometimes
love endurable
for a moment
inside peculiarity
hypothesise your interpretation
within the rich fields
incompatible with inspiration
nothing even today wondrous
incompatible with nature
disorder getting named the museum
the museum flowers
camera swims among
churning in scribbled marginalia
hurts increase unsteadily
voices we wrote
parsing groups
of our language
in the long dim
in the electric
but weren't alive
such a fact
in the basis of light
as if the history
of the pile of treasure
built up
into greatness
the mob breaks down
without passion
but we have begun
to be a body
recorded
a staccato brimming
to return a love
every piece of light
the body is
the handle swings over
friendly thieves travelling
across the dizzying torque
we take away
we flew here
with considerable variation
eye unmoving
only one feels
an invented wind instrument
bullet proof
we desire familiarity
an aircraft traverses the world
as desire falls down the dream of dark
cause
scattering seed
distances are held
in the story
in our individual breath
words
breaking
light
the language arms
emotional breakdown become
noticeable become audible
names burdened by calling
remain ocean shit surface
fantasise!
everything repeats with the finally
well-off
taking root ceremony belief
trappings
don't imagine
they're sexy
the door!
go
quietly
all is aglow
we shall be restrained
lifted by the neck
banging
police in architecture frequently
caterwauling the code
there is only light
they read you are my negative
your rendition of the rat gnawing
feeling well fed
but I have worked harder
the language head off
insensibility seeing ahead
the other side of danger in our
individual breath
embedded solutions with love
objectified
the wires creaming the body
pieces of light
as desire yields
tendrils
in a precarious situation in the
language arms
fumbling a voice without regard
for being out of mind
moon's a mind
eating a hangman's rectitude
that comes to deny a real baby
imagine please
a comet
knew of words
every piece of kin
a stroke
feel the ice
variation
grab hold of
ocean surface
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