thirsty coast

honk, fru-grains
steel, repeat the dose      hammerswift flies

Why so low, and budding? And that thing; so wide and fruitless?

There are more stars tonight, a special kind; blotting stars; grains of steel.

Pull my head down, out of the wind, like you did before.

spectacular
road;

Honk if you desert bumped.

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estuary akka, when geese bumbed; skinny
and libya from the air made an exhibition
aluminium with the super moon on their wings