converting

i pray for orion imported warm sugar. moon take machine. desert fat by
heat devil. spreads spring. dust mirrors me sarcophagus dark wall,
unscathed forehead. spill marble, float something unexplained.
scientists dance tongue moon. desert heated flower ache milk. kiosk
water, one opens fingers. flat body conversion. heaven over churning.
we blow through sugar warm and we imported orion. beaded quarter desert
rises, must smoky subtext. cloth of unexplained dance. desert with
orion oysters raw , releases sealing this. which one dust. imported
sugar keeps churning. beaded churning keeps the sugar, the imported
belt. calves spark out dust. this. we launch shuttles at heaven and
it keeps releasing energy in the body thru some mystery conversion. if
i burn up here, raw hearts open and delve in with fingers. we shuck.
orion wavers and we hold tight in the middle of ruptured time. stop the
ache, pray in a bath of condensed milk for showers of coins fit for a
belt. i am just a wayfarer unexplained by police. which quarter of
moon no one can take. south of the city in the beaded light. the solid cut
of gems reflected in yr eyes, this. the sky glistens pure, trimmed of
fat, rises up like a devil and the sand floor spreads. if i could dance
then i would hold it under my tongue. n at least raw hearts open and
delve in with fingers. drink that will let me enter the sarcophagus
finger. i drip heliotrope from his blue light and music that seeps out
could freeze something. it would be these sparks, circle above the top
of the building like a dissolving moon. i am just a wayfarer beneath
the hood of a flower. a belt of ruptured time at the jewelry kiosk.
imported pearl guaranteed in each one. we shuck the warm winds. if i
burn up here we launch shuttles at heaven and it keeps. oysters are
stacked in cool waters at least. we hold tight in the salt to stop the
ache. pray in a bath desert where pollen drifts out heated from
dancing. scientists of onyx marble causing one to float. no one can
take and gamble beaded light. if i burn up here on warm winds, sweep
down from a salt flat, sugar pearl guaranteed in each one we shuck. i
rub my calves like a dissolving moon. i am just a wayfarer in the
circle above the top of the building where we could freeze something. in the
slot machine south of the city in the solid cut of gems reflected in yr
eyes, this.





swan dive thunder

crude song eyes, what gold scar over eardrums dark and an anthem
poured. radio thunder. crude what dark scar radio, so eyes poured
eardrums. black radio reaching in thunder. black poem points outside
voice or did flower amplified black fingering. sealed, she ascending
for water cherry spots. scar over eardrums in fingering what gold eyes,
her enlarged green lamp points crude song radio lips. she paper
daylight, dark telescope oil. eardrums thru u tissue wings just mounted
in tissue. eardrums cut lightning. black ear oil sexual daylight.
wings u swan wings, paper voice. sexual dark telescope. she paper
telescope woman just killed flares mounted in speed. cuts kudzu swan.
yr dark telescope daylight remains. song enlarged her voice. swan
kudzu cuts u bed anthem. black paper wings, black ear drums. just
eardrums dark. she woman telescope, black wing. sexual daylight.
black wings drum dark telescope.






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