All spinning,
partially devoured, 'touch' just because.
All spinning,partially devoured, 'touch' just because.
but not insane, instance.
wide as a galaxy,
all under one name.
Pieces of this, Pieces of that.
tomorrows CUT
Alas the button is undone.
pants falling into a ravine,
the plastic bags all torn open.
they seep out lost garbage.
Unreal/undone separates.
Listen for real.
WHEEL spinning, but it cannot stop the rhymes of a shaman,
wild spoons that dig right into the surface.
They enter the wrong time, ride back to the sensible sun.
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