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Ryan Chighizola I. Movement of a goat into night's stomach III. everywhere our amphitheater
I. I've heard incandescence begin to crumble at its eaves
as you whistled away slaking thirst for thought and the dirge cemented a suspension bridge to my will.
since the worm turned we have learned apple's broken tear
drop into pools of mercury.
as you used toughest of fingernails to dig to tickle constellations
we will lie here happened
in the grass and scratched dirt.
"mind the muse, please" they say
the day seemed to have permanents, fragrant curls.
her bare legs stretching soft over green.
more scarce than regular heartbeats the blood is large, stern rustlings of aluminum,
stench of overbearing red, thinning patch of underpinnings and glass coals are luke warm drawn from the glacial mass.
azure legged dawn, blanket flavored night hermetic donkeys in strict ballet.
the machinery is blonde, long legs turning cylindrical greased the inside thigh, bending to the rhythmic rhythmic mimic din saw cut saw blades cut saw cut binding binding binding and hot glue
the pulled out of body breath
song of sastifaction sign of desperation
that day seemed to have a permanence, fragrant curls
the architecture sneezes
smoke tastes of velvet calm gravel discontent
almost a thousand hours old through the chap of a fricative
all eyes are averted, we can do whatever we want in this elephantine invisibility.
all snowflakes are pure blood purple and mangled by the fall from firmaments
and day with that perm, curling.
peace waves good -bye while guile re- news. A momentary
noose
my heart is a nest full of bees
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