dreams, waking dreams
so long i've dreamed
outbound:
cannisters of sound
running down
running down,
wet notes strung
straight up
from ground...
my parts
through-controlled
into singular
artifact.
die-cast,
unipurposed:
the un-owned
note.
wanting
you
makes me shake.
steadiless
tumbles
into disparation:
head versus
thighs and
hands everywhere
and that stupid
laugh of mine,
like the loosest rose head
de-tensile
in hot
wind:
opened
past
resistance.
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