Adrenaline moans
walking derelict bones
unleash the few into groups
to save them all from the glue.
In tentacle strides
each animal cries
explaining heaven in numbers
to a suited, tired pilot.
When pendulum comes
flow slow like millenium tongues
a stoned, juxtaposed man
from oblivion
sings in a still caravan.
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