mock is to the slick maybe
ovation mangles into a sunset audio filing whines the
pasha, holding his own against versus ...
rank is how they
salute morning
tumping out all our contexts onto the bled
this vamp’ll keep on till you
enter to start the show, to show the beginnings,
bloodied & bowed like software
hidden in the cloud :
type-casting signature tone adapter:
dirk that stabs me right right thru the hate, low-
flown in creasing, creating raw stuffs,
a medium steady tone
sustains car colliding (or so they bray)
& high sigh: pitch to variation
lunging in the middle from sonic jumbling:
garish me! i wish we
had a missed in sin
to play out the found & floating
recital in front of mute sixth wall
confute the mute?
just grin uproarious
tongue twisted ... .
it’s
a detonating stillness
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