Lifting
Eyes in the corner
from the auto-touch
increasing sensitivity
in broad spreading.
Long walk in ideas
fighting the temples
static transparency
outlining the stops.
The standard is bend
falling between rocks
crossing the platforms
in a rapid infestation.
Who is watching the dogs
taking notes in the sand
looking at the open sky.
When are we going out
with all the wide wings
floating over the earth.
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So wh4t.
Kind of joke by stars
theme of being alive
cracked dry mouth
swerved by words.
Giving chips to bees
toggling meanings
throwing phrases
to the sharks.
No-one sees me now
throught my dead claw
I´m gone for the blink.
It´s hard to feel
intense to give
late to sleep.
