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Crash landed stars growing bones through **** backs slacked
into plastic chairs.  Gravity, it seems, never relaxes.
My life is paired with stares pooling up like
tulip bulbs ****** through
discarded root systems, their breaths so eager for the water between
what makes me.
Our faces are not cheek but stream
and feast and the cutlery of Infinity.
Time is tapestry weaving ribs as cathedrals weaving wings when God dreams.
What does the universe conspire to be?
Let Moments pool for the synapses we retool for Ache
The warm sleeve of nursery school asking me back to Memory
The alcohol so thick my skin can't breathe
I am church for broken lungs I no longer sing.
(And this part is held to the next with bamboo reeds).
The universe wants to feel the tug of gravity
so deep it elongates my
soul into a lily stem
reaching roots to sunset tapestry,
or Regret.
Technology is a nodule ****** of words pin pricking the tidal waves of molecules for rivulets
where we can ride Lives  
Gas light lanterns and torched neon signs
spiraling advertismei alike the constellation Jeremiah
We ignite beacon cities. We want to be fireflies
I am kerosene. Thrive.
The universe wants to feel the tug of gravity
so deep it elongates my
soul into a lily stem
reaching roots to sunset tapestry,
or Regret.
Technology is a nodule ****** of words pin pricking the tidal waves of molecules for rivulets
where we can ride Lives  
Gas light lanterns and torched neon signs
spiraling advertismei alike the constellation Jeremiah
We ignite beacon cities. We want to be fireflies
I am kerosene. I dive.
Let’s say the stream plays colors in key
The stone bridge is made of molecules
That no longer agree
Time presses its face through your skin
And we get to make up the story again
Let’s say the trees make rain
In strands of starlight strung between our
fingerprints and we dance, panting
breaths; Red bulbs staining  
Every face construing mansions from
the wet howls of canyons grey
with discarded bones from calendars burned
for demon ribmeat ripped from the race
against me.  
Let’s say we just keep believing in wings
and God paints green in between
Declining astronomical bodies, Events horizon;
celestial clouds;
Comets, double stars, gammy rays;
God casts such a shadow aloud.
Black hole absorbing my stare into its side
And me, and dreams and scenes; the Heard,
And Belief,
And that we Die
I take a feather, a pebble,
Her heart
Ricin to weigh the bloodstream
And all molecules that come apart
Destiny
Is a four pronged moon
pulling you into a familiar tune you hummed in the **** where
salt water builds us from tides
and so I ride the bloodstream before I count the molecules for what is me
from the stars between the glide
of Dreams dissolving every last heartbeat
into endless rivers, gleaming with night
A cantilevered sunbeam, all
polished tin reflecting heat of me,
the sound of stardust falling through
Gravity coal-firing memories, the
imperfect math of my breathing
I am mining
The streams of my brain, spurred estuaries razed for grain,
Cataloged clouds of gold heap
dusted for tears and Cardinals red with Belief
on wings sewn from apothecary leaf
We lasso water drops for a ride  
about this rotting carcass of God black with night,
nodules of sulfur reaching down as yellow stalactites as
the heavens collapse into a heap of
what we wake from,
as dreams constantly reminding
that we are just slipping
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