that promises to be
sand
at the
end of the world .


water-known and
willing
- [ ] to erode
- [ ] into
- [ ] longing

not a hunter. a feeder of mouths.

not a coward. a feeling. a hope.

they do everything they can
to remove love
from Man’s life

why has the brink
always been
the
Muse.

Muses now.
Muses, now!

Pantheon ,
Panther,
Points in your name.

Power in your name.

the harder it is to prove that it happened
let alone, who did it.

at the separation
   between
ends

door chime
of the next Thing

hop on,
bunny-girl

hop on

the flame of your form amidst the
/unmapped_a
.       gemflash index in the walled-chamber-of-the-world

.cutting lime-slush pathways through
[my]
granite-lashes//thus far, unfluttered


makeshift:enduring

_dogs bark in the shape of unsure gunfire as motorbikes growl by and
rain pills-up the blackened planar earth//like an old.favorite gone through far too many washcycles// .breakfast at midnight, they say- ******* the air with hissing tailpipes in the cool repose of darkness.
⚠️begone, foul steeds,the dogheart demands - knowing well, the falsification of instinct in this place.
it’s a new brand image we worship now!it’s a new pantheon of thinly veiled threats!
everything that’s been promised!it’s good for it-but just
put it on the company
card


.