Slinn
I see the dancing Jade in a scotch,
the alkalide displays a memorable fade,
the crystal eye develops over me,
a signifying oval of the unpaid rent I have accumulated on my jungle-time survival trip-
or in a singing movement of monumentalness,
a quantum leap evaporates as ancestors return on a spinning record,
pregnancy gets skipped out amongst the yank of its downloading,
sexuality responds to the achieved season of purple water black top of deluge,
I let fall until this world attracts with wind that tells me I am ready to head on.
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