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Dec 2021
down a dirt road at midnight
with our headlights off
light pink mangroves
and flashing forward black razors;
dive back to creamy moonlight
creepy gold ringed hand
channeling
a noice:
ball of soil falling to the floor;
the voice of a secret languaje
the voice of a silent languaje
un lenguaje secreto
a process to name Fear;
beauty untamed still ill
purpled nodding dusk
it's a dream or stolen from a dream;
handled spotlight and
         body's wildlife;
buck knife buck knife buck knife
rain-fed meat eating plant
inside the head behind the eyes
rooting moments on blood lagoons;
drive towards
neon fantasy washing machine
a game called 'destroy everything you love'
balm of late rolling down
just a speck, landscapes
a few remain
Joaquin Cruzalegui
Written by
Joaquin Cruzalegui
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