void, darkness;
black finger dust, fire dung must have wings
psalms trail to temporal hiss
my ocean is broken ratherish
forgive the morning paperbarking
axes of aurora left blinking words
over wet wood blocks
soaking full in electricity
fields are somehow dreamed time
holy churches are positive shadows
ioun's social gunk named slophaus
ten fevers, iron cross, made to smolder
jin ye in boise, cubist rose
néant {raising undeliverables}
intro: this drowning man
submerged with a firefly on his forehead
water moon wraparound
thus a null duo
no perfect logos
or woozy sex lines
only obsidian bells
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