Speak until the dust
Settles in the same specific place
I'd refuse to go
Drink it from a cast-in-iron plate
Instead of cold milk
Soft but unripe
Instead of silence
I'm sitting craving
And nothing may seem
Hidden where the aged soil is pure Pressed against the crease
Mountains become fragrant at the source So can you stand this
exotic angle?
I read it somewhere
A day would last still
And I remember how close I'm
Flexing with the forest clone
Half-wasting high-raised arm
Kicking at the slightest foam
I remember my first love I remember my
first love
Unrelied, I was torn Missing teeth out of favor
Nickel-beads,
it was all gathering by the sundown And I woke up,
I woke heavy from the half-wet
stump Five whole hours and then I woke hard
I woke heavy with the lava pops And I remember how close I'm
Flexing with the forest clone Half-wasting
high-raised arm Kicking at the slightest foam