Fenris in the garden
Today, I intuitive more
Than the bleeding lot
Unholy prayers
Resisted loss
Of health
I throw away time
With the tapping toe
Over dried cells of remembrance
No measured good grace
With tingles
In my upper thigh
It is easy to be small
Unknown to the adobes
Or the love of freed song
No one wants to lay in the sun
And throw away this life
Of toil and hardship
For the phantasmal
What animal pulls me away?
From the all
That is you
Will they forget
The flagon’s king?
in large boned animal
kill the mist
will digest you
when words no longer
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