"Fleeces of Roses" by Kai Ihns

Updated: 3 days ago


Residue of blue i am screaming

My jaw will not shut on its own


How strange


Maybe there

is a problem


It over there is like a vitrine

ceiling

Viridian

Green glass roof

like trains go beneath it

The ground is a sucking motion

It can access

My legs

Hilariously, each moment I am at

the ceiling

The ceiling is a pale, vertiginous green


I hit it hard each time


Har!d


I am a dumb kite slamming the ceiling With my tattery wet! Bag!


Because the string goes up


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the geyser the geyser then the rock cap now now the ceiling The string goes up the ceiling

In the kluft they are sweeping with rainbows

on the other end is the end

on the other end is the cloud, Sweeping through the Front Pane

In fact it is steam