Coming from the turgid mouth
over a hillside of fires and still pools
side by side, careening missiles of humanity,
we take wooden hands from splintering hallways
that have fed on long fluorescent lights
and descend to the valley of water tanks
to devour meat and coffee.
over a hillside of fires and still pools
side by side, careening missiles of humanity,
we take wooden hands from splintering hallways
that have fed on long fluorescent lights
and descend to the valley of water tanks
to devour meat and coffee.
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