29.05.25
Nerve colonnades to prigend
triage your intimate hymn
in a clearing hide
inside to spin a eulogy
mhaimeo closed forever
on a saccharine number
V-Effekt agitatrixs
I have no people & nothing comes
but your face pixelight lumes
out from the garden
cold strobes swiped
I have cancelled everything
& now I am free to choose,
I’ll tell you about your walls
your mouths helved exit,
I’ll tell you about the floors
the acids arrangements
the circles of circles
that flow upwards towards your
esophageal tears gone seed piling
anemone rills stealing glim light
you say things sunk a knuckle
to the quietest regicide ever recorded
the stolen madrigals wassail
a name is misspelt
