Every Time
The belle I heard once
she
open into the street
enters a flash,
Our seaweed ring
sang in droplets
as we the room
danced round spin
so fall incense time
stars in their mind sparkle
off wall stream stairs
feather cats bustle and scratch
rustily as momentum
in the winter months sustain
YES grain would
heaved
the instant
undulating forms
of titanic intensity
sway this heavy FINGER
one way (caressing)
a throwaway from
Cut/
Sand
Clash/
to silence
(where silences lose
themselves shining)
(and out into entropy)
Bristling out into the road
once again, no further been
than once sooner before.
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