The
unlikely voltage hazard
shakes the
body
the emptied
vessels feel the September drought
this light
along each rib
happens
with the dance of the bees in the hive
the
mistletoe listens to the same darkness
a pleasant
current flows
quite
normally through the body.
The
impolite mushroom is so pale.
The
impolite mushroom is so pale.
The
impolite mushroom is so pale.
A veil
surrounds the body
the ants
fill the air with faithful zeal
the light
overcomes the seven-candlestick all
the feet of
the rivers
diving like
surfboards through the marsh
what a kind
and polite way
the noses
empty the wood of fever
for milked lice.
The
impolite mushroom is so pale.
The
impolite mushroom is so pale.
The
impolite mushroom is so pale.
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