United in the belief of
The solemn dance to
Avoid the weighty release of
Being needlessly anything
Cutting pockets for
Tucking away,
Switching out thousands
Of hot feet - breathing
No silly breaths when
Pendings
Fill the air
The accountants of my lungs
Shake their heads
Scornfully,
Coughing fuck
What is juggled
Into the clouds
Grows bio-luminescent
Glows the clouds hollow
In the absence of doubt
And what we can't follow
Will burn upon reentry
We'll smell them
Catching our breath
Feeling necessarily everything
Skewering life averages
Lungs and accountants
Slowly giving
Up
And fall on us like
Snow
That stays all
Summer
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