dance the
larvae from
wedged sky
how the eye
dries why
my rise
of air
my
change
so everest
my strange
core-mount
goodbyes
i try
to lie
see the
centipede to nourish
my
pantomime
venus
thigh
binds what carnage
lips try
and my life
eclipses the
television
like the pupil of an eye
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