to get to the salmon run, through the burning bush
ask the catfish.
where is the hunting ground, where is the gathering bush.
I sit on these winds, blowing around an island volcano,
sitting on its chest like a city baboon in the street chewing on rinds.
Making alien eyes with a sanctuary dream,
happily orange on the bends of rising,
from warm to chill,
in autumn pavement.
=cb merp
Nov 4, 2021
Nov 4, 2021 at 12:25 PM UTC
to get to the salmon run, through the burning bush
ask the catfish.
where is the hunting ground, where is the gathering bush.
I sit on these winds, blowing around an island volcano,
sitting on its chest like a city baboon in the street chewing on rinds.
Making alien eyes with a sanctuary dream,
happily orange on the bends of rising,
from warm to chill,
in autumn pavement.
=cb merp
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