Syndrom edges
Conundrums in the wake
Festivals in it all
Open the narrow hall
Watch
Ask
Develop devolutionary ideals
Fixed is an antiquation
Time as a tool
Caring less and less as this salt thickens
Went running down the one ways
Killed the surrendering pilgrims
Visions of seaweed beings
Stained concrete
Weeds find the slivers of light
Humans too
As it howls quietly underneath the chattering fears
Rhythm rituals moving low around the crowds
Centipedes yellow skin
Snake in the kitchen
Bridges invisible to the blind
Pathways between hovering clues
Seconds in
I can taste your ego
Weird in the ether
Nails on a witch
Voices that can’t think of words
But say words
Just to fit in
Reservations for the obsessed
Drive the prisms
Roots dancing in the midnights of alarms
Hollow trains with bones
Drum circles for the lost
Motions slowly lifting
Gazers in a position to be more
Create the entertainment
Eat quicksand
Hazy Acres 
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