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stoke the burn of that sunken eye
drunken sunken eye

walked the plank at sundown
while I laughed and threw hope bones
down alleys to angels
crushing wings against buildings
against skull walls
licking them back to shine
with frightful intensity
with beats that throw your whole body 180
and land you in a
a new rythym
palm to fist.
palm to fist.

palm to my fist.

seem to have missed my chance at calm
in the midst of this
spin
we rise and fall in
like tires on transport to hell
blurred in the burn
of rubber

but in her mind's eye the world
was the speed of my breathing
and the destiny
was beneath the tireslap
of now

head in mercy's lap
weeping
broken like shore wreckage
(the seam of heaven and earth)
the devil blushing blue on red on bone
blushing red on blue on white
flame center blue
like eyes closed around a dream.
like skin around secrets
shaping vibrations
we are pushing
to the collapse.

our bodies split in two
like an apple
under the knife
to deliver pearls
new selves
like worlds
forming every second.

we are pushing
ripping apart
to push a dream through.