on the night he was betrayed
the garden had guards and genderless whore
friends clamouring hysterically
and I am the one who is sorry
for being less than delicate
while the sixth step leap treads
violence is she
who pretends,
feeling fully
each
of the one through fifth sense
while the sixth lent was blood sweat (grace)
and a true vision
of the loose end wave
cybernetic
mapping of spirit.
to mark up them
doubting chuckles
by the previously
and since
unseen
guild meld post
held
the unstill births
my
primates
growing
stung
by drugless itches,
less each inch into the right mathematics
and already into rhythms
existent in plants
which is the better ones
and two's
for whom the big boom
is more of a communion
with the grand parade
de gran de fin de fin arc de fun de nunca fin
in large and floating bubbles,
we held back them arrows
and bubble brains,
steady now,
the nightfall to daybreak
gold linked
new wave to earth
third way of hearts
will be coming soon.
From @mummedia