The mushrooms surrender
Their spores in lunar glow
Foxes sidle in the brush
Teeth grate on stolen marrow
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Supping nectar as we walk down
Lured by a rising song from a flute
Carrying in the crook of your arm
Some thousand wildflowers in a basket
We’re drunk on absolutely nothing but cherub spit
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-halted
Faces darken
By a structure
Suspended
Edges over
Hot steam bursts
Spit and cough
Cogs grind
Relentless
Industrial blue whale
Leviathan god
Slick like oil spills
It shoots out
From back passages
Brown, churned up meat
From bodies it disposes
Forest floors
Like carpets
Lift away
In 2D shapes
Eyes are closed
Skin is tight
It pulls at the nails
Questing for nothing
Now sullenly given
Moon swallowed tenfold
Dogs chase rabbits in heaven
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