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Set the island of bones up to the Indians cloud
On a bed of eagles wings
Resting in peace in the tigers jaw

Close up to the roar
Going limp
From dancing on the banks of the abyss

Every next choice
I will meet you on the platform
Collar up with hands jammed
Ghosts coming up from the pelvic

I wait






THIS TO THE ABYSS


When the sea falls onto the earth
From the sky
Or from the horizon
Miles of calm flat smooth tenderly
Flesh of the abyss

To where we know nothing
But to listen
To hear the rising of your eyes
To hear the splendid sight of a blasted fuzz space

I can feel the heart of another
One of those other towns
With main street vessels and lighthouses
Coasted rock with jagged tooth marks on
Thighs and split lips in the frigid cold

Obsessed with struggles
Then when a smile or even the most remote
Instance of feeling
Act upon it with space noise
The kind that make the sun sound loud

Yet with a vision of blasting out atmosphere
Just to hear how loud it is outside the helmet
A rotted vegetable that is sinking right back into the wormhole
With that vision I get the other side of substance by
A lighting blast of a cemetery on fire

Feeling it to the bone
Ever been thrown down maybe a mouth
Full of water
Till choke and throttle
As one we conquer ourselves