Tuesday, April 27, 2021

A Brief Bright Spark

born in swirling gravel with two wing
each electric stone like sparking-grinding river flow
turns us on our hip and spins us slows us pushes us in pieces to differentiate our species
pull the wing and push the other
eat breed then die is is is is
is the time of fairyfly

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