untied united


wind through my old dead ribs like piano strings humming a tune of mortality

blood soaked lights crosses flowers jets over Damascus and good stories silently

play my dead ribs like a xylophone can anyone here sing…

sell gold buy oil get better have nanobot resurrection constant erection winning elections

art in heaven now paint my bones into a wall into a black hole of imagination

now show this paint to be an oracle a transmission an interrogation

show the mirror that love and love alone can catch that fucking shadow…


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