Crypt Archaeology

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This side of the eye, prismatic, cuts
my faces into faunal succession.

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My astral theory is applying the electric
tongue-kiss to the dark patch of the brain lot.

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This side of the law of super
position--this terraplane is lensing.

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I could just cough the deep space
epistemology out of my oblique projection.

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The fetal bird's opalescence would pressure
strip my bruised collarbone from the puppet wall.

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My wheel horse is sagittal and toots
epiglottal smooches in stereo, shakes lost bodies from the riverbed.

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I am a hunchbacked boy-doll seeking
clairvoyance through the jagged man-spine.

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The cactus bird stretches its snakescape over
the fish ladders and ejects its intestines into the shot glass of human interest--


into the whorl of jutting minerals--into the vuggy wad.