swim spinning in pools of turquoise smoke
my head spilled like soup with steam drowning in my eyes
pupil
lucid
born
through elephantine ideas gripping the hinges of nebulosity
cus crystals are in caves
and the most limpid iris
fused to an inky pupil
In this divide
a palpable pore
a wet lip
: the fuck in the tenebrous terrain
i'm smelling my sweat
riding the curves of life
this feels
good.
around
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