faster food

fall asleep

with two papercut

hands in bags

of rock salt only

to dream the ancient

elf city of el

dorado smoldered

golden-red like the tip

of the pilot light

under your only oven


live awake

with two eyes inside

holes in my facebone

only to see

the present tense

moldering around

me like snow like

so many gel caps

tossed in the volcano

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