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These dreams a-blighted as old xylem hollows

But all western edges abrade

Termite coryphée: she shucks and she pivots

Anointing our knots lūbricāre

Oh, slink past tallow signals intimately

And, night-side, stretch out like a plague

Think back to the boy

All alive in the summer

Prick prodding cambium stoutly

Grey grannies wag fingers

Shaking, veined in the sunlight

Sense of honor, might you subdue mine

Come Nymphalidae! Sesidae! Come Dance!

Glissade! Pop and step! Come to life!

Bare a throttle, wearing nothing

Being landscape and lover

Mother-fucker, you best be my wife

Wearing murder like hairspray

All of this, but no walls!

You’re the king of the desert, kid

Be that liberty licking thy scrotum? Thy ashtray?

In limbo, black snow is your bible

See, it falls on the phloem, on the rind of the thing

And seething, you rub it in