Heavy and autoviolent again My claws in my face scratching static white noise Why ever and over this place Tired worn lips layering supplications All unrealeyes cast down and burning I dreamed you cam
Exhale, Slowly and complete Until you strain against the empty Lay abandon against my chest Awhile And feel The speeding beating drumming of my heart How all my rivers quicken I was made for this
At the table somewhere nowhere special Excepting that its where I am with you and so it is Axis mundi I Am building you an idol From potato wedges, too cold now Its a cow I say Or better yet, an auro
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