ReRites (The Egg River Full of Pores)

The egg overflows with rain. An uprooted river, full of pores. Seam-debauched escargot extra-inning spiritualists. A dimestore .38 feather core. Lightly, begin. Listen: touch yourself. Perhaps you will taste a mouthful of hope. Inedible realistic speech gender blues within sand in rough anatomical perspectives denying god its pilgrimage diagram candles its succinct, uninitiated annihilation. You growl with tears in circles of water. Conversations cling to yr words disturbing claustrophobic snails. Motels dangle overhead on the reticent moan of stray skies. Bending to adjust dimensionality into money. Glittering with isotropical sushi, outcasts for the curious. Psalm prisons, loam chilling, whisper bliss.