but chilly confused it
a gasp, a hope plundered
ficus' insomnia, blown, tilt now
this intimate carnage
----
children gasp:
ficus blown. Tilt now.
Lilac in chilly insomnia.
Plundered hope by confused,
intimate carnage.
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it was a chilly carnage as we
watched the children confused, hacking
the lilac away. We pray to ficus
and insomnia w/ the same breath.
We hope the gods will tilt towards us
and plunder our gasps from our guts.
intimacy is a blown glass we pass around,
and fondle.
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