flux form

the cave of flowers is

the moon mumbling in

your soup the soup a

hand you hold your

face in face the

faucet's hunched above

the hOle your eye f

alls in returns and

pours yr deexplanation's

devoured stratigraphy

:it's the fossils in yr

teeth the clouds

blooming from your

mouth or epukóms

vips nâtadela where

yr lunch ,flolas uts lulula

,deimpacted on the Throne

Flukatim kanitom in fot...

- Toussaint Des Mornes