Dylan KD.

Entice without slandering the covers
sailing on a rigid storm unveiling filthy gunners
calling to a sleazy hall, rabid in a city car.
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There is a place to choose
the wilting of knives
so soon
the flocks grow into enemy trees
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Sad among entries
in space flight mahogany trails
the syndicate
Even up forward the bend
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I see them in columns, the colors drove home
with cypress genial hooves.
Once you see them coming you got them riding in your grooves.
A young rat can't predict the numbers
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The slide of serpent armor
collecting in the seas
across the old flea collars
remove her tasteless guns, please.
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Supposing, on a range
the gist of swarming gusts
enslaved a single, morbid cuff.
And these stars
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To stomp out the flame
from the wince of the whale
whos jawline sits on the brink
unknowingly drained...
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I tried the canyon between us
took us so far out west we
shuddered in masks
to take the armored address
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you got your tongue to the frozen pole
stuck on that love fix
a lizard in fishnets
you shiver when broke
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</>Adore the void to splinter
the staff of sacred power
to slide into a ruined heaven
unspoken prayer accepted.
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</>Asleep in the ruins
Dreams of the dune
That held all planets
In the centered lakes reflection.
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</>Disguised to fool the serpent
who's choking on His fruit
The garden asks a question
He slithers over roots
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</>Above the rung, a dozen
feet begin to quake
The dogs chew through the muzzle
The earth begins to shake.
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</>At hyperspeed,
my sleep determines my fate
these mortal bones,
immortal wounds
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What a gyration!
when we solve ourselves
when we choose to be confused
I stand alone at the totem pole
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Execute!
The magnets from your casket
pull the planets!
You must have foreseen the effects,
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Your influence will fuse with
an everlasting barrel of prayer
The tree that grows in your lungs
will blacken and fall to shreds
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For as long as the skin
of the squid is the pigeon,
the ivory horn is the
mannequin's digit.
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Scared to thrash around
what if my therapy should break?
Mortar lifts the brow, simpleton
your temple is your grave.
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