Selenaru Negrea Poems

starfish bread silking near
when i exit one's green
timeless powder of love
kept in impossible bottles
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of lightflakes haunting sadness
is to make dust castles
as pure as walls can be
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oozing sand blood
wanting to wallpaint
a desire from neverwood
burning as a sun's fingers
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in the meat of colors
i always dream salty
i roar at the silksnakes
avoiding my tentacles
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silksnakes
lurking across
the forests the deserts
of my body of my mind
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rain falling up
on the rivers of the suns -
our heads are the clouds
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helicopters are swimming through the air
and i can smell their vibration.
when the grass is panicked,
i feel thirsty.
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our head breathes helium;
in every breath
we feel the smoke of generations.
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nine moons
hovering over the luxurious city
and in my glass stomach
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crunchy cellar door flowers
rising below the ground level
of pink poverty and fruitful
ziggurats made in 1897
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