Absent telephone darkness 

Reaper to the sizzling wet

Long as your own chords play the astral ancestors  tune

Miserable mist flowers gape open 

Hands chinaware would be jealous of

Sockets, not unlike the depths of the deepest oceans in the universe, for eyes

I’m so excited to meet it 

I’m going back, again, I will return, and again

I’m not sure why, I consider it a friend

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