ReRites (sealing each exhale with your blooming.) [June 2017]

The stone is paused and ritual coiling, farts, marching constructive anger thru cold silk bruises gleamshed, rodices in burnt field still. cuts in the big oneself. in shallow gestures, the wind bears foam-top blood memory in hazy locks, a filthy spirit burning blind orgains the cornfields are breathing clouds the poem jubilant as a room a far yard wandered by dusk like the last elegy glimmering daylight dismembers things whalebones walking the last bread mellow oceans make me drink blood from the earth, plunging, eternal blome: breaks up labour bound cuppent mouth, and laurels who are summer spells rising like light in every spore of the insulted air cry or run toward the warm problem this last substance, dead as they could make things Emblanded Gear Caught by some dream light turning her body in the same momentum caves parse in this pre-made television-gun designed-virgin billboard-raging grass-devotion sting all is as I should have done on the inside: sealing each exhale with your blooming. [OUTRO] [END]