knotted silver, tackle.

sky; aluminum spiral
or depending..
full throttle (citrus)

hands, hands together, for that's when they feel grand
hands that fill the surfaces more expertly than trees.

hands that wake sleeping
improbable caves.

ankles, waves?


i am wonderful, wonderful. glue in a cloud.

messy island surface?


a shouting girl circling ringed puddles

soft blindfolding wasteland of
so light
i sparkle
almost glass, almost a landscape in myself.

diamond graves

a sepia truck
behind impatience

threadbare moon weave.



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