Untitled 1
There's staccato rhythm, fragmented, shards,
full shattered, escaping, broken,
full dust clouds swirling whirling, pulsating, pressurizing,
igniting, and violent lightning, emerging, hue of zelous purple,
the war-blood red, eye-murdering yellow fire, burning
paper snowflakes in frozen tundra vacuum intersteller,
grocery bagged madness of wildfruits and spice, whipped
by angry hands on brick. Tree-blood of man, fruit blood of sin,
opened eyes and electric skulls, suffering, cruci(fiction). No eden,
just plastic, iron twist, chiseling ore, MATERIAL.
Forward untitled ghost step, flung glass ladder, uncertain. Possibility deduction, and analysed formula. Failure, trauma, blood, croaking/crocus, blooming violence, brooming glass gathered garbage, shame suckled psychic psoriassis, bred stupidity or hopeless homeless thought. children playing far away past........ Friends. Sleep Sleep.
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