billyfivecrows

"Understanding". Something of a doomed conductive.

What then?


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resistance (final poem for A.C.)


Epilogue first, then the rest. Then distress. The dress.

(I could see you be calm. Torture the globe with fingerprints.
All of heavy earth made into blessing of feathers, happy to

Do it. Sorry, then shot of cedar in a steaming cup.
Taste the weight like a deficit carnivore. Crow swaddling

Junk into full days traffic. Something of a spark in
Depletion. Completion. Competition. Ambient supposition.

An obvious cypher pools at the foot of naked boulder, an)

Electric shoulder. A disbelief in code. Glasses half full.
Allowing grace with gravity, lighter in tome.

Time, I mean; a breakfast facade on hillside.

Any neutral backdrop springs element of suprise.
An elk rising to snack on queenly beige leaf. A sinking

Feeling. A blind whore two shades lighter than the wall.

An allegience to leather and finger snaps (in two).

I wonder how the zeppelin is doing in its biographic hotel.

It's a slow flight, suggesting smooth wax. There is a door
To the bedroom. Over there. Immersion in the glare

Of heaven makes it stronger. Obvious knob.

Brass, or some sort of glass, finance scabing at the dance
Of manufacture, you wise an entire show to box the lipstick.

You went along with water; it reminded you of cult.

There's a result I barter. Hassle for an hour.

Tiny ropes between the teeth. Then to feed in peace.

Swinging like a clock on the loop end of a noose,

A knot unraveling time (a billowing

Star pushing against what void is, until it doesn't.

There are endings and there are big endings

All beginning

At once...)