in the dark where beauty spreads
rode the rubber sunlight
from an anchored candelabra
to the singing canyons of purple moss
kneeled under the vents
of giant mushrooms
breathing sweet and dirty tongues
slid through the crashed bones
and their flying skin
in a holocaust of dreams
and punished fauna
seen a demon's bleeding tailbone
as he leaped
my mouth ripped open
by the fragrant waterfall
and slime of divine rocks.
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