Before It’s Too Late

exit with
these swift
windows of
slime mold,
as they uncoil their
births from the
twine coned
precipices of
spider web
egg sacs,
dangling
a dip into air-coffee, so

that we may
fly
higher than peaks of mountains
gravity
of religion
trusted
scientific touch of grey
portraits
splattering their
eel
wishes all
over the surface of your brain

lets dive through
windshield
car tucked
tunnels of projected screen mass,
deconstruct conduct
electric
waste bandages
rattle
tin cans out of
jar
abandoned memories
honed
pigeons
parking lot
metric
tick
swinging
suction cupped octopi,

to embrace
the shattered
calendar octaves
of surveillance from
palaces without
places of
physical mortar
brick-by-brick
metallurgic
shucks
phantom logics
from
grease stained
monkeys checking their
cheese every five minutes

vaporize these
districts within
reach from
having smashed
battled a
turquoise out
of a margin
in gripped
hands of copper
nuances plasma-sunlight
held in palmistry
rattling
snake teeth
at craters of plutonic matter
mention this quick

vanish

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