mosh-mallow moon
leering
wolf's teeth
a chill rolling up the spine
shag underneath
inkprinted woodgrain behind
of all the things to see-
pretty flowers and noble trees,
I had something new
traipsing before my eyes
as I sat silent
trying to hold onto my mind.
of all the things that fly,
I had never consider time,
endangered
I had never
ran serpentine
to avoid the God spittle
firing back Cupid arrows
responding in words,
not so much,
but a dignified monolithic
little
PS:
bye-bye Beto
hello KT
Kane Rose Up: Christogenesis and Taoist Indolence. Abaddon1215, the Futnuckery. The Tetramulleton. Le Solidaritot. Mikiavelli, crytpogenic dissipations. Triphammer. Der Gubermensch.
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