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the road they is moving beneath are tired legs the
fast sun she already lost itself down below. there
is the rattle of the lanterns on the wind and cool
dew on the grasses husks cracking and a tall unlit
stand of fruit trees(can't quite make out). murk:
i have not eaten herly and one tree they is laden
with a full crop. my eyes would widened(she is
not giving enough fruit [a corn's weight worth]).
the grass she is up to my ankles and touching my
hem and inseam. greened stain on vulgar linen and
the stand becomes an orcherd lined w/ greened husks
and greening nettle leaves: she already for harvest.
the nettle they is waiting to be grasped theyly they
is already stinging palms and bared greening soles
of feet. the trees she is only one one tonight up past
tops of heads and they is grasping that greened black
moon saying always. she moon is stinging to her mare
ass to tender always and they to tranquil always. my
stomach she is rumbling and she need the greener
fruit hiding by the moon. my hands they is shaking and
beating the side of that tall tree: they is saying
trees don't fall for old wives tails but my tail she
beats the side of the tree to. lanterns rattle again
they is waking up and is the owl waiting at a rathole
or am i just trying to open a can of beans since her
fruit is hanging high. their eyes she is grasping harder
and stirring or churning something above my head(they is
nervy and unsure). the fruits they is sighing and clatter
down like silver they wood have eyes in the tree. the eyes
she seeing are fruit. would eyes she feeling can open her.
the her she is feeling a can opener they say its not to
rusty yet and to keep the arm steady. my eyes open and my
mouth she is full of iron and walnut and they is now
shaken my fruit her down past her moon into they nettles
at my toes. the trees she is pouring a cordial into my
mouth and they is warning of wind and rain in her eyes
they need to be filled to. the cans she have opened and
they is having her feast on it and we are still walking
shaking them and feeding her. the sun she is sticky and
the moon she is smooth and cool and they shake the grass
to sooth her lips they loudened hair and we all greened.
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note: work in progress lastmod: 2024-08-20
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