chela-chela 9 layers are compressed 90 layers floating chela-chela we go abegging in this sieve and pine-weed-glisten-moon-water-emptiness
save the x when we like heroes went down into the wasp hole to find a sack of poison honey to find an amoebic yeti hovering with its glistening fluorescent fungi antennae blinking with its mechanical mandala navel computing a prayer with its yantra storage constellation of cubical liquid memories
chela-chela don't you love me? protong vineland alphabet weasle mouse nematoad when the nostril of earth is a parasol a paragnostic over all 9 layers are compressed maybe 30 more 90 layers floating untethered like eyeball astronauts from skullcity delta your capillaries are san/s/crit lullasuccubyes
chela-chela the pipe is whispering, the moon is an old sebsi with a radio attached chela-chela siva is wearing a dirty loincloth & looks like a turquoise coolie and sits sucking rice on a crumbling ghat where motion is slipping and pine-weed-glisten-moon-water-emptiness
save the y when we like maroons put up our sails and made sunshine and coffee beans lanterns away fires sudden as cannon nothing working its colors out to find a silver pencil to find a candelabra theory of languages to light our mixed up table to find our brer rabbit is a mayan scribe floating away on a purple cloud surrounded with cranes, pentagrams, and banshees of quipu
chela-chela how lovely this husk of locust which our grumbling ancestors are deforming this weird lotus which is always droning 9000 layers are compressed 90 trillion are floating
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