SEVEN VEXING OVALS

LMNOP Skirts a Flurry
Spinning Revolutions
Upon Revolutions K
No Wing Unknown

DARK

NESSES

HATCHLING

GLOW ENTOMBED

THEY GROW FEATHERS

TOO CLEAR TO SEE FORM

TOO DEEP TO KNOW THINK

BLUE IS OUR LOVE COLORING

IN A NOTE TOO OPEN TO KEEP

ENVISIONING HOURS FLOWN

I SAY SALAMANDER THROW

THIS TETHER OF REASON

A FEATHER LESS TOO DARK

TO SPEAK ovula GLISTEN

TEMPEST BLOWN TIME SHOT BLEW STRUMPETS AND TRUMPETS RESOUNDING BOOM SHALL WE WISK US A WAY WITH A DISCUS ON THE PERCUSSIVE ARTISTRY TAKEN POISON OF LOGIC TOO NARROW TO DANCE CUPID HARROWING THIS WHEEL IS A WORD THE COLOR OF OUR LOVE GROWN TO ACCEPT NEVER KNOWS DEATH IS THE QUESTION SEWN NAKED IN THE FOG DRAWN COLD IN WILLOW TO A HORSETAIL SPLIT I DO NOT KNOW HOW BLINDNESS FELT UNTIL I WAS SHOWN BY OBLIVION THE DARK HOW LIGHTLY WE SHADE OUR BLOSSOM IN THIS PARADISE WE SPIN ETERNAL FICTION DIZZYING MERCURY STOMPING ALL OVER THE OTHER PAGES OF LOVE LISTENING TO THE SLITS WE MAKE IT UP THE HILLTOPS VERDANT IVY ALL OVER IT RECOVERING US THE MEMORY OF INK BOLDFACE FOR A MOMENT HELD SO DEARLY WE TWO LITTLE FAWNS RECKON THE SONG WE SANG TONIGHT WILL BE SUNG TOMORROW ANYWAY SO I ASK DAWN HOW RHYMING QUILLS STING NONETHELESS BUNNY OUR WORDS ARE TONGUE FUCKING BLADES OF REALITY HOLDING A DRINK WORTH BEING SPOKEN FOR HOURS PALE ABREAST SPAN SCISSORING EELS SEEM BY MEASURE A SIMPLE SHAPE WOVEN FULL STOP BASKETING GLIMMERS OOZE WITH DESIRE TO BLEED LET US EAT MONEY RATHER SQUANDER FLESHING TIME EVEN SLOWN DOWN WILL DRIP UP A WAY MAY SEEM NOTHING NOT EVEN RAIN SEWN ZIGZAG ESCAPE THIS VISION FOR OUR PEARL IS THE NAKED FUCKING PULSE OF ETHER GLISTENING DEEPENS THE VAULT SOONER THAN IT WILL TAKE OUR NEW ALPHABET TO BURN ONCE BIDDEN BATS ALIGHT MY CASTAWAY KEEP NIBBLING BUNNY ITS KNOT FUNNY HOW MY WINGS SPIT LIGHT VERSE MORE FEATHER THAN VENOM LESS SLEPT MAY ENCRYPT HOWEVER BLUE THIS ELOCUTION TURNS OUR TONGUE PROFOUND REMAINS TO KEEP OUR LOVE SWIMMING SOUND ALARK FATHOMLESS OVULA THE FUCKING LOOM AWING KEEP SCROLLING IT DOWN TO SIZE WHEN OUR LOVE DIMS THE MOON BILLOWING RIOTS OF MIRTH TO SEIZE THE MYSTERY SLAKES FOR A MOMENT TO A LOON OF TIDES UNBROKEN REFLECTIVE SILENCE VOICE SPOKE FOR A FEATHER TO TELL US OUR PLUME IS NO TETHER AND THIS FUCKING SYNTACTICAL MADNESS FOR FEAR OF VANISHING TO RECOVER THIS RUNE ETERNAL FOR WE HAVE SEEN A COLOR TOO OBSCENE TO REMAIN LIVING ALONE IN THE TEMPLE OF VISIBLE LIGHT

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