You in chimes. You in chimed explosion. You driving the drum. You in sienna water and then dropping.
I am coming up.
I am coming up.
There is a nest and there are feet and of the ground there is such immense swimming that I am middle line.
Someone said birth from
the back-
leave from the holes in
its back.
It's now Iceland- the image of embryos in mountains. And tell the salmon that surely the water is dying and gritting its teeth
(much like an erect bomber or a crowded city)
these two houses now sit upon the ocean with a wedding cake and ceramic lions between them.
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