there was this ancient wind when i stepped outside smelling like the binding glue of old books decaying
dead lights; cold ground
i am "honey"
i am "SOLID"
i am "XX (鉄)" [
HYPO ]
&metallic &flexing eyes
VEE EL EX
throwing up in a basin over&over&through the woods we go [
DERMIC ] JUST BREATHE.
%%%%! AT THE POINT AND TIME; CL
OCK
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this was for vikter, so if you don't like it, don't bother with it.
experimental poetry.