lava leaps where was pattern-locked igneous rock thumbs sink into skin wherever it lives my reddish soul is wet again in rhythmic light like fish who was released instead to sleep of us our heads in clouds like TV sideways of us we make two-head wave like splitten tide the left the wings linear sweep the right the sink of stars, coding goodnight like stones in water slip from sight in blue mud butt to butt fetal as lima beans
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