my stomach
is making rhythmic
gurgles like the fish tank
sound inside a submarine ...
choking on radium
we wanna get wild
is Thor supreme
surely i can dance away
flight
on the wings of music
playing
who can catch us
evil steps that leave no trace intended
that charge the earth
behind them
stamping
gathering lambs blood
that paints the door
where no locks
withstand the blast
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