crash thru' the bush
branches broken
between teeth leaves
catching time
hold the breakthru'
here, the centre of universe
what you see is what you get
dragons, snakes, blood, devils
flux of desire and death
a girl smoking...
role...distraction
still water still drowns
depths unfathomed
beauty not easily found
but easily lost
here i am
a prospective ant's nest
in words, from words, to words
the moon half
body shifts, waiting
a boat, static
an indulgence for the pilot
an expression of vacation
absent being
a holiday
the god is pre/sent
pa, pa, pan!
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