from last nights show…

Newly placed in the chemerical green mosses of forests and spherically arranged planets. A trajectory migration slides through pinholes like quick sand and unmarked commons. We are held by our arms and sent into adjustment with everything still. My favorite color has a partner, to split the pair would forever remain faulted. so I allow this arrangement to transform while the corals and seafoams rise to my center peaking at illumination.

This was me as a six year old lil’ buckaroo.

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