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O prim harrow/      ******* gomorrah/slashed fists- raised eyes/joy conjured as alchemic kiss of wood/machine       I am the child's unfastened bow        The diamond bible lay in a meadow formed      with fragility             (frame of mind as honey & cream & Ubud in June/do not suffer for the Monarch is nearly free from its own funeral, repeating)               Pygmalion & worshipper Iris ribbon/expander/deceiver            Midnight smoking in backdrop of Lalibela           Lalibela Opus            Your thigh burned with Mystic sand your past of perhapses & sitting on the flashing rug      where we listened to flowers speak the Animal language roots imitate Atlas grasping at our lungs our earth/ the wrath of flesh    like a youthful mirror    I escape the pavement,   you fold the Sun into Origami          swallowing it/a bird in it's irrational nest      (I enshrine you with skylines)                   we try at last             for a place of eternal windmills & baskets which     entomb the ocean I tilled for our drowning
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May 26, 2017
May 26, 2017 at 9:05 PM UTC
Pygmalion & Worshipper
O prim harrow/      ******* gomorrah/slashed fists- raised eyes/joy conjured as alchemic kiss of wood/machine       I am the child's unfastened bow        The diamond bible lay in a meadow formed      with fragility             (frame of mind as honey & cream & Ubud in June/do not suffer for the Monarch is nearly free from its own funeral, repeating)               Pygmalion & worshipper Iris ribbon/expander/deceiver            Midnight smoking in backdrop of Lalibela           Lalibela Opus            Your thigh burned with Mystic sand your past of perhapses & sitting on the flashing rug      where we listened to flowers speak the Animal language roots imitate Atlas grasping at our lungs our earth/ the wrath of flesh    like a youthful mirror    I escape the pavement,   you fold the Sun into Origami          swallowing it/a bird in it's irrational nest      (I enshrine you with skylines)                   we try at last             for a place of eternal windmills & baskets which     entomb the ocean I tilled for our drowning
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May 26, 2017
May 26, 2017 at 9:05 PM UTC
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