BY ZAC DUNN THE crosses cast a long solemn shadow on the shores of NORMANDY THE boys who died — men clutching guns and gritting teeth in blind faith that they obeyed THE flowers do not bloom in mourning of the lives they lost, but in the light they contributed to eclipsing something very DARK WE SEEK LIGHT AS WE CANNOT TOUCH AND HOLD WITH ANY CERTAINTY WHAT WE CANNOT SEE THE head of a SERPENT may appear to be the FANGS that HANG our next words up for JUDGEMENT THE RATTLE of the TAIL may FAIL to crackle loud enough to alarm our senses into apprehension THE SCALES that TIP and RECOIL as they SLINK slowly feeling each contour of the EARTH’s FACE as ABOVE so BELOW THE VACUUM of the stomach that knows only by SNOOT to TAIL a HUNGER to SLITHER as the SHARK SWIMS too into the BLUE VOID of UNKNOWN OBLIVION THE EYES like SAPPHIRES that gleam mean intent in our INSTINCT to RUN for our lives as we do not wish DEATH or the STRIKE upon our THIGH to SUMMON … KINGDOM COME HITHER IS THE ARROW DRAWN FROM THE GENTLE QUIVER’s PATH TO A BULLSEYE A point in SPACE and TIME shall become an ATOMIC BALL to FALL over a PATH as well, and ENGAGE the force of GRAVITATIONAL INFINITY or TIME as arms paddle against a current, as SALMON or COHO dream of TIDE POOLS to SPOOL UP ROE, and we ROW OUR BOAT OF HOPE AS WELL Lifting BUCKETS we hope to fill with KRILL as the mighty BLUE WHALE EXHALES through BALEEN teeth that pulsate a HICCUP and CHUCK back the contents to swim back through JAGGED REEFS AS BOX JELLY and TAI-PAN understand motion, we understand the THORNS of the ROSES on CROSSES and BLEEDING HANDS STIGMATA MARTYRS WATER ROSES THAT GLOW LIKE CLOWN NOSES PENNYWISE FLOATS HOPES IN SEWERS WITH PARAFFIN BOATS AND TEETH THAT ARE VERY REAL AND FEEL LESS BRUTAL IN TAKING A BITE LIKE A GREAT WHITE LIE OR THORN OUR FINGER BLEEDS PROFUSELY WHEN PICK’D The name of the roses ghost ships float to Cay’s and ATOLLS that we BIKINI KILL the tortoise in order the capture … the HARE. 5:49 a.m. YADIE HOD NYC FOLLOW FOR MORE: IG: @UZIEGO | TUMBLR: @SAVAGESNEVERSLEEPNYC No. 137
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