dust in broken rays pulled in to the light arrayed binding forms weaving 4 dimensional motes radiant beams into space displaced by mass and gravity settling like dehydrated sleet in snow furls in our wake we leave as we go to cleave skin to a another skin with an ambient heat that beckons, “settle here. unwhirl your sciorroco. if sparingly you must begin to be undone. the steppe and the black sea resign you. because surely the home atop a forearm or climbing the nape of a thin neck will place inside you a heart no longer at ease as the delirious languid cremeation, what progress tipping tipping point, caught in the fast changing end of Zeitgeist was all it was to be: a supplicant shadow always behind; the solemn ass to the tips future shock cast.
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