all across time and space here is the place we find our grace prayers grown from seeds our own goes to show what it is we've always known breaking bread with sovereigns of matter states feasting upon our empty plates with a gift from some heavens our chairs rock backward balancing beams of light choosing not to say anything in the elevator with the brightest push to start but no muscular responses relaxers ordered by a presence of mine rock kicked from sea to shore music skipped rips tears from pores an angel's presence with a devil's incandescence warmth of some light turns up the cold of snow life space between webs highlight tricks of our heads one little bubble rises choosing the sea as its bed writing novels into skin precision channeled in a pin dinner served bell hopped chair calculus on the chin candlelight waves a glowing hand marking lack of sin enveloped an era in wallpaper on the rocks and gin learning another language within the caves of a people TNT or dynamite it is no different after tenth wipe no clotting of the blood bled from our eternal dead on a different axis the closet is our earth too many bones framing too many paintings lest the mosaic be considered prosaic
wow!!!
rhythm and rhymes
wordplay
chills
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