damp blankets
sieze the form your pillow growls its nape or notes replenished in a sticky robe your outer bark the tongue repels ,what folds it back a churning laundered air a list of chambers revolved in doors a flood's approach :its stumble wind ,or plas tik fork broken in yr final pages shaped what nothing swirls yr sand its outer nose deployed and runny like your sleep
Image & Text: John M. Bennett
Sounds: {AN} Eel
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