Sour Diesel

inibriantia, vortex, i'm up all night, it is snake skin, it is moving like an ant skin.. green exile, low back vowel. coyote.

i give you
ebb and flood
fistfuls of harvest at the junction
of seasons

lark in the tangled meadow shows
your eyes hands
a ridge gullies
our bodies are painted
we are ashborn
and are returning
back to magma
back to stars

i will rest here
and am close
dove sunset
a song there

dreaming

Votive umbilicus

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