in the giving tides gifts for the mouth horse.
a little absurd, this duality of man boiled down to the algorithm.
floorboards break and snap, the house collapse, polygon wireframes fold.
Biting into fruit from the garden, bliss some squires say.
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i'm driving, not there or a nail to build a staircase with. driving, streeight lights love me enough to show me paths. (preconstructed, preordained)
This is who are, will be. I hate god, I love god. I'm a dragon of no gold.
pick apart my atoms for the cosmics, give it to my partner, give it to anyone with star flowers pprotruding from their forehead. I love them so much.
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we, at opposite ends of the time blankets that separate us. Cover us up together in one bed, my bodies next to hers and his. with the whole of the sea at our limbs. Floating floating.
In the outer forces, a remembrance of being small.













