The spit in a wound
snares a spark.
Oh covetous lune
where lightening strikes
an escaping heart.
Cart and beat
horse and sweet
rippling, crippling
stepped in it steep.
Excavating n-jins
like ears of Mayan corn
hungers mystical
edgeless unfinished
broken into like a storm.
Sunk into my seas
a scorching flood of light
a side of red
and gear box bled
and bungee tied
the fatal — not.
Contagion fat
at heavens rim
and pride of sin
a dark sweet spot.
Recursive
candlebombs
roaming rimming
booming —
Goes a long way
lasts, a lot.
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