Iron & ether
& the salt sea
an ear of dust
the slash of culture
Rank norm ideogram
a theraputic fistula
for forgetting
forever the body
mind over matter
as in what’s the
pitch & yaw
Freight is just ballast
for sale
A safe place is a place
that moves
annihilator Kali storm
No country on the moving water
No town
All free
under the nothing flag
Steel blight upon it but
Nothing is forever
nothing is real
I love nothing
I feel nothing
The house of pesce,
fish you say,
lasts longer
than the speed of barn wood,
everyone's bed.
Mirror feel me,
eat your telephone please.
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