Swill Bot of Days 🥃

Dug up a shell
gills purple and blue.

Shell-found
and bound
a swarm of oyster

With license
to burn.

Steeped
in signs

Heart
and its darts

What wrenches
and shines

Rutting deep
and marrow

Braving swoons
of rapture
and sorrow

Fiery finds
churched
on the absurd.

Sacred in its
ardor
muzzled, puzzled

By its grift
unforgivable lift.

Gauntlet
at brinks

Throws down,
the lofty sinks,
into

Passions
crypto and orchid

Sub versive
and more bid

Panicky
for your gaze.

Stoic,
but amazed.


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