light in my eyes

intrigued membranes skip the light fantastic and if you know the correct procedure, you can summon a channel on tv. i like pressing buttons 8, 9 and 6 in that order. then i chew my liber chews and bellow out the sacred sounds; tickle me, hellmo.

blackened tonguefists shake in the wind when the barley moves like an ocean of dust and the planes skipping across the horizon are more mosquitos than symbols of humankind’s love affair with inanimate objects resembling nature – ie: birds of iron replacing birds of flesh.

we stark naked run beneath hollow skies and see but stars and wish nothing else were there. thank god we are blind to many colours else we’d go mad for fear that we’re more than just forgotten mites left alone to infest an abandoned mattress.

this once paradise is now a cracked shell – i see the splinters raining down as water from the clouds.

my eyes are heavy. i will close them to keep the light from escaping.

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