Sleeping Consciousness
the dry river a sand path
now my tears frozen
the remnants of our blee-
ding hearts meat for
vultures soon
they spit on our burnt face-
s with sophisticated re-
gards culminating in
sacred erections ni-
ght dreams tramp-
le upon my sleep-
ing consiousness
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