Caught a fish,
down your
wishing well pants
mining for body parts,
treasures
of the tameless.
Holy hellions,
alighting
alighting
biting, biting.
Skully wags
and skidmarks -
vitals thresh
and gloom.
Restless masks of Venus,
like tyranny
scattering
down in line
with the subdivine.
Bewilder’d beasts
wind milling -
sank, you wary.
Timeless borderless
my damnation
alley.
Singing
in the fire!
dangling off
bridge of sighs
jump, jump
to water below -
Ah, to be caught
in mouth
waterfall and fish.
A sleeping groan,
beside her phone
where tire
hit the tree.
Stygians mining
rootstocks,
maze rumbling
grumbling
with the sea.
Singing in The Fire
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rattling nice spot to read
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