in the mornings
solid silent
thirsty salt flats
before
the
first
fuckery bombs fall
we
dredge & drag
for
some excuse
of
m e a n i n g
from where
gods evolution comptroller
lopped
off
our
animal
balls
~
we make up a ritual
blow smoke on it
in the Allocated Areas
hand in hand
&
hand in paw
acquiescent
beyond
the
pale
fermenting & compressing
a
stress
shine
diamond
hard payment
for
imposed
hologram
transgression
from animalia-life.club
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