Re: ants

baked potato
carrying tablets
(in self defense?)
the armature
of the city
tower of babble
death is a wastebasket
confetti of lost souls
like groping thru
climbing to the
dreamwall ceiling
yellow sunshine
bathe in the liquid
milky mother mirror
swimming in the
silken night
cobwebbed cloudy
fingered moon
and pointed
lightning velvet
trance of avatars
in the mud

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