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at heart we are all flood-worshippers, a fetishization of water carrying some stray seed. i am an ambassador a sunbeam unable to disturb           the arrythmic breathing of your hypnopompic nightmare a slave to what neither i nor any of you                 will ever describe. open the gates - the sun will melt      the moment you understand. (and i'll shed my body      into a cloudy flock of rays on this faraway hilltop) (you can't see me) i am but less than one percent of the sky solution drink it drink it all

you like the way the i slants, an error's guidance in a sea of hyphens. sans-serif in cropped crests made to full- stop breasts beating; an obsess- ion breathing in lost chests. now a motive is seething with options; play thief and proceed greedily, often. dive deep and drink the leap's froth; breath is only as sweet as the speech that breeds thought.