11.09.25
Mausers carved ad infinitum
its design one screaming mob
the light expires stalks nothing to quiet
in The Glass Room, Fuck life
through mine day in day out
Bugle call half moon
you let something out
spangled of all history
competitive governance start up nations
brighter hues falls out the head
from the ground to sky
the world all over again
but this time signature landleech
tiny model street as though it
were pink rose the future
breakout rooms minicircles
come through the flue
in your still small throat
is music the openings
freedom cities their gravity
enemies of ours buried in light
for a literal thousand years
