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I winged through the setting sun;
just a hot soar
of golden ruffled floating tramp,
ass parting blood on the loose.

I reached and stung the setting sun.
I spied the yellow in my shutter eyes,
head of rings of color.

     Ashes layer like limp stone.
     I fell.

I am the garbage
and the piss that glazes it

The world does not lie flat
I was hesitant to tell u

Everything unnoticed; good,
weve already slept through

Passed punishments stick true

No basket no brain

Surviving on the minutest water
in the remotest lands,
“enlightened” speech
is just cool sand