“Vacuum from the Size”
A worm rests in the grave of flesh.
It’s spoken to the mass, it’s spoken to the reflection.
Waves roll into the dream.
My lady cuts the onion and holds it with a pause.
The little creature wraps itself around the circumference.
Vision, as it seems, hurts the tide until her kingdom rises and falls.
Great things happen on chance to freedom when the move gives.
Tumbleweeds are burning from the slope, like points to holes.
Fire burns from the melting freeze: matches, degrees, icicles.
Some leaf keeps her green flesh alive into its locating mass.
Eyes grow and disappear.
Your heart under the defenses keeps its pulse out of her darkness.
Upon the brink of destruction, we hold the creation of our vanishing touch.
Hands connect, digits fade away into the vacuous pressure of habits.
Veins are pouring the stamina within my wake to her roots for you.
Liquid burns across the street where the house is in her bones for us.
Dream, oh, dream.
Raging silence calls up the missing links of noise and confusion.
Over the loved bridge I find her nails in your coffin, where a tree flies.
Arms slither through the arms.
Protection around her visible thread of combs shuffles the luscious desert.
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