follow the house spark...pull out the raw dark
train rush, ear plugs, looking at the split windmills, dancing with the ants.
tie my morning, curl the bangs.
catch tiny bones with zippers.
roll down sugar cones. find a lonely snail staircase.... and....
feel a dizzy foot cracking.
flush your dreams. o0°0o°o°0
bite off false endings.
right HERE.
stop
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