the mule rushed me
it was an bull fight
all the mexicans were running
the wall was an high trump card
he's theory were madness



what have you with me
the boy cried
opposite
the
scent
of the wind

chimes began to blow from the northern corners
sky will light for terrors eyes
seas to be mistaken for time
what heat and destruction shall await
is it i with an wand of middle
speak to me through webbed deviate
what is this child you have more into me
that my womb be paroled
what season of winter have we been caught in
ride on me through this grief
ride on me through this rain
pad me the cloud we set you on
for in order to pass me
it can not be done
from
one side
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