here...
style in touch with heart.
lift the world
with locality
and green temperature.

spread time
with your tail inside you
wait for climate shift
and unravel
toward safe towns
built for millions
who will vanish
when vogue calls again
vogue philosophy
vogue chernobyl
vogue result...
much can be avoided.

no tunnel away
from no miles of sound
or light
all warmth and no warmth
and the echo of dread
without decay.
the real life was nothing,
compared to the real death.
you can't imagine anything
when you've learned this much...

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they left me.
and left sounds,
or caffeine,
then combinations.

i eat ceilings now.

the ripest center leaks.
protect the trigger
and the blocked blood.
bricks protect infection.

change to hear...
we are new to mind.

eat grey,
lose a spectrum.
your war,
their practice.

you are practice.
go home and eat.

the ripest bombs we have
are never sent to war.
they open us to infection.
they set us out to feel hunger
after we have been
well-filled.
we have dwindled strengths.
no interest in ourselves.

we have getting sick
to look forward to.

and we make it so.

grown people.

don't fucking do what you do.
stop making decisions.
don't fucking say what you do.
stop involving me.
stop involving me.

cut your head off
and then see how everything tastes.

ceilings are there
to stimulate decision
and ceilings are where they are
to make up your mind.

no caffeine,
no trigger on my blood.
my center is preserved.
but still i feel my center
leak,
and if i move too fast,
i may turn grey.

...and every left mile is
blocked off by the right.
if i had a moon,
i'd make a center.

if i had a moon,
then everything would come to me.