Hear air
See dust
Speak of
what lies
in wait in
the recesses
of the raisin of
the brain or
the slimy
meat of
the heart
the shimmering
fluid of
the spine
that underrated
dragon who
remembers
every
touch
With a transcend, who leads bed
science, a quail at the edge,
a moleskin wall. "What am I
supposed to look at?" Old fogs,
shirts and linens, molecules,
materials & labor.
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