" Poems never read anything, oh gentle coat with pockets of flesh, lace of lightning."
-Dotremont
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lingual be lingual tongues toppa tongues coughdrop lottery chunk throat so throat
glotstop
stuck scratching phlegm from lung
squirmy nuggets slipping sickly across the clock, uh
okay, so say something f'instance pinhole little sliver actual natural light exposing rereflection obscure like how the universe was formed
- - - no stardazing!
gazely weight crushing all collapse pinpoint eating an aura & no heavy vacuum as extreme as these brains mazing day by day thru hey what the fuck are we here for anyway?
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" Poems never read anything,
oh gentle coat with pockets
of flesh, lace of lightning."
-Dotremont
. . . . . . . . . . . . . .
lingual be lingual
tongues toppa tongues
coughdrop lottery chunk
throat so throat
glotstop
stuck
scratching
phlegm from lung
squirmy nuggets
slipping sickly
across the clock, uh
okay, so say something
f'instance
pinhole
little sliver
actual natural
light
exposing
rereflection obscure
like how
the universe was formed
- - - no stardazing!
gazely weight
crushing all collapse
pinpoint
eating an aura
& no heavy vacuum
as extreme as
these brains
mazing day by day
thru hey what
the fuck are
we here for
anyway?
overtake the original
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