Its Walking Gaze
the man who from the waist down his human body forms a cricket-like appearance ethereal was in his esoteric knowledge his draping cloak. waving in the white voids winds of change. the pleating cloak opens the doors returning the crystalized boats gone from Bermuda as its eyes see all that is and potentially could. out of it with the comatose human tongues tied in flames. it comes to the bleeding queen, the shrimp that folds rainbows, the door within the cow's mouth, the beast's bladder. it is yugash he is hungry but also comes with open limbs.
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