GLIMPSE
GLIM/PSE.//The word s-o-u-nds funn/Y LIKE you're MUTT/tttering in_ your slee-eeep.....
Saturday
your tail was striped with linen and salt
I count the moments where I understood
conceive
this new melody of hyper-action, dis-connection
make it to the moon
and tell me then
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