rather than wait for the worms to spit out our formaldehyde soaked flesh /
when you hear the
Hum,
make the new jazz interval
//


thought monger.
steeped in the sabbatical

eroded
love ///


a
roundtable :
without the
mirrored
orb

a
pantheon of
thinly veiled
veils


a
waking need.

and the whole of the world
shook
like a box of
vipers

it’s enough
to cut gemstones out of that look
in
your
broken eyes,

string a string of beads to prey
upon our
Hearts

a perilous mess in
matter-land

a clock to make you
mad

a time to enjoy the
art

from within the serpent gut, have you seen the fangchain gnawed through -   as  
   if
they watched on, in [wolf-loose] wonder ?

rumbling down stone //
in radials.of cymatic displacement


how do we make it
right?

roaring now.

With triplets
Drinks water from the
Faucet

There are things to care about
Left.

special boy
worst messiah
greed beyond sacrifice

Back of the fridge .

Clay handed Ghost
Dabbling in self-
Preservation

Not just anything.

Not,”just”

tread down pathways on your
tongue
like runoff from the
hillside // the drips are
dancers of casualty towards a promise of restfulness at the
Bottom

no more potential to fall from .
no more
mountains //

we,
gullet-bound into the.flooded
gully


the vision of peaks to either
  side
bound to other
rules,and to

eachother;

mountain-breath_calling