FOLD ‘EM STUNT
Supererogatory was the instruction playing the mood
sweeping with bravura wet gravel.
If the individual rolled a boulder-sticky mote
beside the point and over the note muttering
with security. Problem of the dream in the appearance.
Rejoice: walls flung against black transparent bars. Voice:
the inextinguishable theory of de-oxygenated souls
blacking out at the mouth and grabbed quotable
beautiful pulverized place much extant
in the guidebooks scrambled slopes.