there are cliffs and plumes
& numbers
their color is lagoon
a final decision as short time quaternion
parcels of Ceiba sacred
conjugation of 3 going back to gene
using anthropoids for time work scheme
called yes & no
i rescued a male kitten & it turned into a wooden bare
… hare?
rabbit grave Beuys?
as a bull it followed me around to get patted ..
sipping on rhymes
& i sank
to pick up 2 cents in a puddle of tiny shrugs
catamarans are up
Old Salt said
hello bahamut Lagoon,
dragons fight
alongside armoring accessories – still Blue
beside the sea
bottoms & blues & dried up lakes
spikes & trees
there are cliffs and plumes
& numbers
their color is lagoon
a fatal decision as short time quaternion
parcels of malvaseae alternate, aurorean benzene
conjugation of tiger 3 going back to gene
using androids for time work scheme
called yes & no
i rescued a male kitten & it turned into a wooden bare
… bear?
rabbit travelers crave Beuys’
social sculpture without plastic
though a bull follows me around to get patted
i drink blank rhymes
& sink
to pick up 2 cents in a puddle of tiny shrugs
catamarans are up
hello bahamut Lagoon,
dragons fight
alongside armoring accessories – still sure
beside the sea
bottoms & blues & dried up lakes
spikes & trees
while
helicopters ahead put up window panes
back breaker aquosus
to affront Paulownia & stella maris
hey, what is Principe
what
São Tomé ?
—Martina Gertrude Siebert
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