Words are pointed things that delicately prod
the flesh of the living universe,
Hello Stars.
Are you awake today?
until it blossoms and bruises.
What does the knife's edge feel like?
A humming?
A spoon on ceramic dance
of tiny movement?
The full-bladdered ballerina
almost flies.
the flesh of the living universe,
Hello Stars.
Are you awake today?
until it blossoms and bruises.
What does the knife's edge feel like?
A humming?
A spoon on ceramic dance
of tiny movement?
The full-bladdered ballerina
almost flies.
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