Wednesday, August 13, 2025

Glass bedroom boxes
floating on pink flames
becoming the middle of nowhere

long lines of rabbit foot luck
all made from radiant plastic fibers
glowing from the dark
that made them strong

I remember canyon bottom paths
rich in mythical animalia
I was tractor beamed to siphon
the mystical seeds of my soul

libraries piled on my back
behind the curtains
of the hypnotized hereafter
tunnel to my willing guts
alive behind this cemetery wall

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