Twitter Moleskin

helical twists
tied into creased side angles
my hands are covered in rapid cloth-gods
blood-milk drunk regarding contact
zones of language:
semantic and syntactic permutations and iterations
I am encased in filimant strands of humanity
hubris: baloons, lit,
slit into the between places,
hearts into membranes,
glides devilishly into the fleshy
atomic discourse.
Generously dark-
mirror images of womb peligroso,
bent back on itself,
Mobius infinity
backwards-facing ruminations,
so rarely intersect,
amongst infinite planes,
vibrations received from the trees
photosynthetic words
asphalt psalms:centered strings

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