Woods And Chalices
“The clod is microtone.
The pane shakes against the steamship.
Isaac Luria wasn’t for food.
He was for strong ingredients in an obscure diet like hair, bonbons.
He smelled sweet and emptied himself, hugged.
He stooped under the water because he sang.
Brahmins came for the signet.
Roe deer drank off layers of water.
Crickets still had extra buckets on their backs, they poured themselves.
Sometimes, an entire bucket would roll off a clumsy cricket, with the sponge.
Before, the sponge swam in... the water in the bucket on the cricket’s back under the water.
Light and light do not touch.
The belly of God is between, totally stuffed.
He barely breathes and unfolds.MoreLess
The pane shakes against the steamship.
Isaac Luria wasn’t for food.
He was for strong ingredients in an obscure diet like hair, bonbons.
He smelled sweet and emptied himself, hugged.
He stooped under the water because he sang.
Brahmins came for the signet.
Roe deer drank off layers of water.
Crickets still had extra buckets on their backs, they poured themselves.
Sometimes, an entire bucket would roll off a clumsy cricket, with the sponge.
Before, the sponge swam in... the water in the bucket on the cricket’s back under the water.
Light and light do not touch.
The belly of God is between, totally stuffed.
He barely breathes and unfolds.MoreLess
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