dialed inn.

Nats wrapped by holy fire and tinglebrush garland wreaths
Simple silver cloisters matching in size and tone. Cut cut
my heartbase out like an airfield neither above nor below ground.
Noise comes apart above my head in redsnap explosions, breathing heavy and believing will not make you understand. Breathing heavy and believing will make you lonely. Clumsy hiccups and aloof legs, feet, and other novas
fall-- defeat your prisoners and prisms,
laploose and cozyburning, plummet and
sink.

Part three hundred and seventy four years ago,
a star was born, barracudaed with backless slap shackles.
The sold hole dribbles in agreement by the
yawn credential servant plow.
Foam throws up equations
into the live sun, oranges and a perfect warrior.
Majestic piercing swan, concrete image.
The tree with aerial roots, split-level parks, and guard lions.
think?

I burn your buttons, I sew your hand. Unhappy smile centuries
build epiphanies and grape icecone delete.
Need navy waves obstruct obsidian wives, and frequency.
Slow down pick up pace tear the sky in two. Bloated silvers move
plank supply, clean white eyelids lunate.
Rubbed curves current wind in torn rose-wood color.
Glass hills cover chairs neighboring (mountains).
Don’t tilt too far into the bowl of wolverines and lilacs mercy.
inn?