MINT

were there what were there. baked bathing
in all this -- blameless, it's a spinning, removeable city.
smart now, youth. be guilded and do not be a groove in
anybody else's world. everything done now is,
making
instant
babies. fucked so many times into the new clay.
made of the old clay. in dust we drove out such a
natural way. did they do the night?
did it triplify and give up a need for our familiar
stuff? these are thoughts that only
the train can take me away from.
our languages braid reasons for seriously everything
undiscovered to be divided. got in the face.
how capable are we of incest? when there
is no such thing as less. it really barely
matters what's been damaged so
troop, hang tight...saying it's an accident don't
mean shit. we all know god's got no desire, thanking.
saying we accept it means nothing, too. it already
finds the world well.