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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