fucking your neighbour at midnight

it vanishes quickly but even in sheer darkness

the moment itself for crying deep is not lost

like tempora or gouache even frottage laid

deep as a Marianas turkeyshoot has a place

among the splaid mountains of the deeps, the crying of Europe

in 1947 when the Japanese fleet approaches

the coast of California--fuck all this he say aloud

I am a deep fool only in my indress, nothing else here

is the places so much where you belong. feel safe. Feel this

bigness belonging to such deep orders of the mad

and callous, I don't know even now

anything about history, only its pauses

to take breath. Tomorrow we will feel like all fuck you

different as deep cARPfish. Himmler walking home undressed

to a Bavaria poisoned stifled are you still here?

Yes, Europe laid bare of bachelors even. We have no

no we do not even enter. only these deep winds of ash

now shakes our nights. the vastness

the shaking, the medication of our deep violence

all these

surrender soft into minutes of arc

for the crying deep, deeper

but still

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