the ambient fixture flickering
sometimes i make the light shake
outdoors corner of everyone's eye
they know behind is my lightning
even a sun day they know.
my old robot truck is ruststruck
and mine with lightning.
i go out in cloudbreak
warm in lobo fur and first love
where raspberry canes scrape
under my youngagain transmission
mustard colored body named romance
mustard colored body named romance
the lightning bed of it forever
a rumbling nerve. lay down.
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