Bringing twilight to the peppered fog
that rides me like a canary,
in the canopy's nimbus a compressed saint
with a flickering belly,
tongues from everywhere
the realm of shattered shingles and bad karate
filled up with accidental blues.
Force of what's gone with a dance,
figure me for the mouth of
nothing in particular
to blossom everywhere.
that rides me like a canary,
in the canopy's nimbus a compressed saint
with a flickering belly,
tongues from everywhere
the realm of shattered shingles and bad karate
filled up with accidental blues.
Force of what's gone with a dance,
figure me for the mouth of
nothing in particular
to blossom everywhere.
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