Wednesday, August 26, 2015

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First the flower-things fell off the wall,
the doze of elements broke through its entirety,
and the rimmed angels lay down
to evaporate with their master.

Second the seconds expanded to minute size,
prisms' beam unicorns off of the twilight,
takes a chunk of heat out of the universe,
heat with heat, to kill the teacher of logic
who lives in the snare of a gun, with a red bouquet
with the feigned innocence of thorns,
mother finally fucked for good
the cling of the hillsides, the clutch
of the touched moon.

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