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by Armada the Gestalt   May 10, 2015


Seal with silk,
Stitch-up from toolbox parts, demiurgo straights,
cocooning monstrosity, crystalline shard-house,
knives that are leering,
And suturing steel.

Drowning like kerosene cold-burn cold-lines
achingness whisperless, sewn shut torn open
antiseptic smiles they told you, it will injure.
mend on your own little mannequin,
veins branching like roads
through a countryless wooden wide.

Glassine scissors, grass smells in Winter
Pollenin bone, harder like remaking,
Fracturing ugly, bend out billow out,
Run to the deck of the sea
To the mouth of the ocean, to the salt angels

Lungs were not meant for these things,
like a heart not meant for these things
and the fizz-fizz that blood makes is anoxia
and the chittering that birds make is foaming

Find me in the inbetweening, tooth-of-the-zip
the many
Find me in the spacebars and outlets
search in the gaps between pebbles
the subatomic spaces wide as fields
Amazed maize maze organic labyrinth, the chalk dust and earth dust,
Away from the gasoline, the black tar, the smoking things.

And in your carbon is another's carbon,
and in the skies are the edge of the world, not the horizon.
It will go up, what's made of me.
What's left, integrate, one day. Maybe.

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