Hold on to your feet
Someday the butterfly-wings become deer
Here
from midnight open lips
Blackout drips
My philosophical language
develops leprosy, earthly deed
Between two surfaces and one air
My heart breaks Orchid
To give poetry some way
I’ll go back to mangrove or amazon, whatever
Alternative grass
I’ll pull out a secret branch
Handy on my server
I must obtain…
My life
my rain
my body
I’m ready, again…
