down from the cloud
electric black
the negative of lightning
a home of flesh is prepared
seeps in
settles in
is taught
makes moves
a limb
a finger
retinas
so fine
tongue to teeth
titillates itchy roof
syrup of oxygen
fills spongy pipes
feeds capillaries
we rise, we rise
under a mausoleum moon
The Z factor

Spooky!
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