tiny trees


 
 damp near the dream-scape
 we rotate mammoth vapors under the shadows
 the birth is gone
 musty under the slime
 we poke poisonous delusions
 while being luminous
 all tiny near the trees
 transform below the bullshit
 the past is fleeing
 darkening wanting 
 in the night 
 no words left 
 we take a chance
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