Mouth full
like a storm
the of
tribes
breaking
forest
The tip of the tongue
a lightning bolt
of the arches
f breaking
firs and
trees
in the manifold
fire the
birds of the
sky
into the black
the night
into the
word
drops
No feathers
angel
can the
rape
the blood
in the
erase earth
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