awry = arrow fletching
pyramids and tunnels don’t look
Sounds like “so I thought”
The next sound you hear is my horn
Calling machinery
industrial technology not yet
wasted on getting more than what we has more than
enough for everyone it starts to make sense, after all
a drop a faucet thirst and hunger
it starts to make sense that we are
here we are were and was now sounds like
they say “way too shattered” I answer, “shuddering ice”
the nuts and bolts of it Metal and the soldering iron
Weld colors bright green houses
fill the wood at once iridescent incandescence
immutable lexicon of love bounce off her hips
spin those guitars I heart you dear
one more thing, I always mention land or sea
Now did I wake to homes and hearth fires
foretold yourself now
in April we paint eggs
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