Rural Arcade
The mountain is dead with a name from its animals.
Seconds have to be in growth for natural values.
Emotion comes out of my body I share with temporary wind.
Candles smell of food that leaves its universal home on correct aid.
Ice to cover these sounds will make love for my gift.
Something remains as its own dimension against this hunger.
Events turn into sounds which come from treasures that never live.
Meaning is in a vacuum that wears up its beginning.
I’m everything when unknown locations shut their doors to freedom.
Seconds have to be in growth for natural values.
Emotion comes out of my body I share with temporary wind.
Candles smell of food that leaves its universal home on correct aid.
Ice to cover these sounds will make love for my gift.
Something remains as its own dimension against this hunger.
Events turn into sounds which come from treasures that never live.
Meaning is in a vacuum that wears up its beginning.
I’m everything when unknown locations shut their doors to freedom.
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