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Elks

Pigeon toed llama elks traverse the spiral road of 90 whiplashes into the fragmented forest below, whimpering a ritual tone poem with one eye clasped behind their backs. A drone bell clamps the air, fresh and belly laced, cementing love inside a funnel of nosegay luggage.

WHILE IN THE MIDST OF BLUE BUBBLING LIQUID CABINET
WASHERS, A LOUD BURNT HAND PULLS ON THE SOFT
VELVET UNDERSIDE OF THE CREAM COLORED CATS

Soul - fire in the year 1.

SIXTEEN TIMES, LESIONS OF HOBBLING CANDLEWAX SPRINT
AND SING, LUNGING TOWARD THE ELEGIACAL RABBITS OF
OPALS WINERY.

ONLY THEN A TWINE-COLLARED TIGER DRESSED IN MARBLE LEAPS TWICE,
AND THE SKY WRINKLES DOWN, WIPING AWAY THE FOLDS OF
ITS VISION WITH A SILVER CELLOPHANE HAND.