staring through a glass society
glowering between glazed leaves
spirit growing in a map of guts
lined eyes of a grindcore girl
leading me to the top of the wall
to watch the fertilizing water
the wheel grip of a bubble car
the scythe of an advertising laser
hands drinking from the glue pot's
catch of thought
cranks hatching in the vortex
threads of flesh that will forget
the pit of light's renewal
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