first night of porchin it in chi
fruit of the vulture
windows and sheaths//cascading amongst the nexus//shuffling towards starlight//an origin$_{%#}_robust alimentary churning.tocookourselves
perhaps eaten, or rather swollen. does this bibulousness -imbibing- yield current? flow? nay. a shallow wound.
how long has it been since i’ve given to you? i have shirked my duties and aligned with the ugliest of oaths.