course hair
sand
golden grass pathways
I’m going to go through this
open field
and after the ground gives in
where the sea wins
bursting blue-white-birds
spraying waves
feathers
really timeless movements
ancient letters or
a code
I’m deciphering the
distance between us
running close to the edge of
crazy and dead in a dark place
facing her again above
black and silver schools
clouds of swimming
ghosts
leaves falling
men trimming giant’s
bushes
like a hedge
grind me like a garbage disposal
downing drano-booze
vomit
doom filling my head
the chamber rising over lungs
and city lights reflecting through
splitting cells
shit storms of nothing
raindrops end
under the microscope
evaporating
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