text || Lewis Gesner

from Oceanic

 

run you bit your lip, are now afraid the sound you make is the hatch to the tunnel gone out of rejected bunions into the liquid stitching calculated graven exotica retards have you fully emerged from the long trough after which found liberty not more the finger islets nettle swirling functions the tourniquet graze the smooth impartation moved microscopic by revenge comes from the dormant squeezing choose black birds over putty photographic weeds veiled request variously gaping or lax from familiar shock, plastic flowers next to a thin bronze rod, the ground is soft and over time has formed a slight depression find it restful harbors anything that’s sinking add for thickening, recite from memory the glasses don’t apply now as necessity is merely dangling senses turning off and the journeys of the prodigal invisible friends choose from prongs and forks steer toward the ambiguous achieving double values blossom and stripes are indicating gravity stand in rows and undue junctions when appraising raiments where boast you go call with mouth opening sounds to catch a grip extract a manageable, calm rendition hedge with cutters practice through narrow eclipse rails forgive the use of baits still has seating on the black and gold throne but you should become a guard of the antiquities full of grains remote controlled from worm holed chests resilient with a valet packed away (club case) monsters of some blight in the fore feel of the textured red carbon coat exquisite and rare attempt to weigh before hanging and the burning in the shack backup lights sound of shifting gravel ply to green marvels harmonized by memory continuity temperament and ability to expression as a ratio the song it takes for mixtures in a slow or speedy whir or robato rests between exultation be hiding when parting from your culture swamp walled, baroque dynamo toed into the mitered edge of the sack regards a psychic joint knot rope ladder to the bridge of sticks the parts apart are groaning loudly 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your soft lead piping mostly dense dreams, thick the bitter taste comes up to meet the onset and a dwindler unwitting, unshaven, bland when spoken to flat expressed without the seam of a hosted thought in the culvert sludge and occupation wade sense the structure of a flow beneath the railroad, earth shake, change slim curtain of chaos enforced serial jelly three reclusions where the butt bone aches and crippled knuckles three successes on the back in conniptions floral ponds confessions where you must support the weight with stress points filtered labor wired to dwarfing clobber punch sally a door of oversized planks and latches made from ship’s anchors ticket and embrace pop out the knothole glued with pitch commands a livestock train opening up the back of the clock always mouthing the terms unprepared to transcend reconstructed what occurred for nine hours and rendered in 40 grade