To shed light on

I squattiness myself blind

Towers upon towers up on

Stiletto stilts tiptoe-hallux-ing

From cable to cable

Highness,

A guide word oversimplified.

Somehow on stolen trinkets,

Ground water and the music paper he anima spills out on

To peel back the layers

I stand up

Harvest moon-bodied and able

In confrontation leveling sight

Where we eyes are too big for you second stomach

And he abomasum yeilds

To the blessings of a harvest moon ghost attesting:

This moment’s open at we swing door knocking

Are you slain or resting?

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