Covered in a hymn
Hums of a condensing
The city furnace
Water dispenser
And me
On a continent
Covered in flies
Salt of the Earth
Beneath the machine
The sewing molds the waters
I, on top of it's worth
Putrid elegance
My olfactory senses the moons in retrograde
Design begins in a cities poet
Racquel and Kevin are dung beattle walls
And the lobby needs two more?
I explained...
I wrote lyric a poem in the night choreography with my feet for Racquel was dancing with me
Denzel she is silenced bravado mime circus
Without treasure in Italy she Frances chaplin
Aug 14, 2025
Aug 14, 2025 at 7:02 PM UTC
Covered in a hymn
Hums of a condensing
The city furnace
Water dispenser
And me
On a continent
Covered in flies
Salt of the Earth
Beneath the machine
The sewing molds the waters
I, on top of it's worth
Putrid elegance
My olfactory senses the moons in retrograde
Design begins in a cities poet
Racquel and Kevin are dung beattle walls
And the lobby needs two more?
I explained...
I wrote lyric a poem in the night choreography with my feet for Racquel was dancing with me
Denzel she is silenced bravado mime circus
Without treasure in Italy she Frances chaplin