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Water ending rainbow, stones made of cotton, thorns prick blood from the tiny black ticks, asking if I can have my stomach back. Fingers like blades, they sew the silk where the birds lay there eggs, shells on shores from canyon falls to grassy gulch. Worms make yolk into spider webs, protein for the coming winter. Blistered fingers burn there wings as migration stops to stare. Flocking to your seasonal sale to discount the many blessings. Racks upon racks of racoons may bridge the bible gap, turning pages upon pages of unreadable walmart news to a band that can't even rap. Cheeseburgers for masses , humpback whale for a dad. Blocking the ventricle that useless flap, your lips sing underground rubble & rink & blat, funneled through plastics removed from behind the ribcage. Rome the present rome the past, making gladiator noises while your in the bath. Giraffes neck underneath the water now. Pull back the curtains made of razorblades across my wrist at work, all the bees dying, all the bees dying. Energy drink the sugar that kills, find me naked in ants, feeding the colony. A pillar of society a pillar of salt, bitter is the brand name. Ticks & thorns , sticks & stones. Bread crumbs from pebbles destroy the vibrant sand. Removing echoes removing echoes.