into nothing like Béton I mirrored
then as fast suns called flamed vacuum minds
i covered them to beautiful shiny stellar nerves
and dangerous child's hands went broke
it happened as eyes went up through her moon
before tightened it
the bursts of luscinias name became door spirits
time never screws to hang my seemed seconds
stapled her repetition
i would vomit as so born kids
bright
silence
opening
would it look?
Sandra Doller, Not Now Now
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1 comment:
Dangerous children are always at the wheel... but, I do not remember the transition from child. Do you?
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