“In the Flesh”
I’m not a word.
This is my finish tape with expression.
We have empty stomach medications for show.
A burning dream passes near.
Volumes must be built from reflection of sound as light fits in waves.
Hair needs cream before rinse in silver lances under the pipes.
People swim in drama by rough waters across from hospitable lighthouses.
Something rings in these ears and it can be your call.
The vibration may get soaked in a resting finger.
In the blue, there’s a red disk close to frying over the horizon.
Love takes a slice out of it.
Garages are lifted of fossils by our working gloves.
Blood cuts into thorns.
Maybe we pull enough dustbunnies away.
Our poison melts where substance begins to flow in angel hair.
A visual undertaking rests in graves.
Shapes become existing figures from connecting the dots.
Question deserves recognition when possibilities meet in a true formulator.
Do you want to read or am I just a comely page for it?
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