Selenaru Negrea

starfish bread silking near
when i exit one's green
timeless powder of love
kept in impossible bottles
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of lightflakes haunting sadness
is to make dust castles
as pure as walls can be
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oozing sand blood
wanting to wallpaint
a desire from neverwood
burning as a sun's fingers
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in the meat of colors
i always dream salty
i roar at the silksnakes
avoiding my tentacles
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silksnakes
lurking across
the forests the deserts
of my body of my mind
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rain falling up
on the rivers of the suns -
our heads are the clouds
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helicopters are swimming through the air
and i can smell their vibration.
when the grass is panicked,
i feel thirsty.
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our head breathes helium;
in every breath
we feel the smoke of generations.
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nine moons
hovering over the luxurious city
and in my glass stomach
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crunchy cellar door flowers
rising below the ground level
of pink poverty and fruitful
ziggurats made in 1897
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singing coffee flowers
always take me away
from the midnight brown above
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beneath the yellow moons
my two eyespiders come
and they are never late.
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once again i've had the sensation of being in a cheap 1999 movie about the nearby 'apocalypse'... nights of sorrow were floating above me and the grassy knolls from the dark carshops. at Rainbow Mode's house: unsettling yellow and blue windows against pitch black walls.

instead of being attacked by meteor showers in sleep, we decided to rehearsal in a tall building where the agony would make us vanish more quickly.
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word,
you're my mouthfruit
always running away from me
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(like eggs) i lay my shadows
in this neighbourwood
with soul restaurants
and old ceramic stashes
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the time when water cannot be seen
the time when our shadow lays eggs
on the cozy bed of the barrel
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as far the floors
they are now wet so
you don't teleport through
doors sneaking towards
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dead
the sky lies
on the bottom of the glass
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two white towers
raise their ice caps
in the two oceans
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