Gold
asteroids in my father's left black eye
black beetles
and tiny suns
the deal
with laughter water
laughter
duende dogheAD push
shaman
untrained fire burns low
gold
cradle baby shaman
asteroids
beetles face falls
reaper
fire burns untrained my father
black eye
left
water
laughter
cradle
burns low asteroids
gold face
falls
push care
do I untrained
shaman
seed holds eye
suns black
my father's
with laughter water
reaper
don't touch low
low down
gold rot
stars
can't whisper shaman
take back
the night
running
red like drinking dogs on the escape drain
You make
me want to
but
bruisey clouds are all the tinge inside
everybody
must get sometimes like a monster like those compelled by fire or mayhem
the fire
ungrounded goes OUT
not out
like blunted and stunted but OUT
to all
four corners
no return no way.
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