Dark Magician rhythms. & melodies mixed in the forcefields and the sand.
Glacier-sized geo-dizziness, sprayed about.
Up the beanstalk, B. Yr whole life climbing up, B.
Galactic from the get-go, B.
Or not, just astral rot on the shore of some fable. The collaborative dissonance
Of the permutational void of the anti-ear.
Around an empty center, a crushed nihilism.
Snare as gunshot, gunshot as urban signifier.
But a fauna, too, therefore an ecosystem, hypothetically.
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