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Soundings, From a rogue anatomy, On the outskirts of a lost origin, Scared little connectivities, Got a little universe of its own, That spits and sputters, And in little touch points, Little sparks of pure iris,’ (of spikes and thorns) (cause there’s no line it should not cross Soundings, Of little pulses with the heat of blood, In hands and high cliffs of concrete corners, Crowded parking lots and caged up commodities, With a childs eyes, still, quiet, alone and distant, Just an electric grid, Soundings, And the whole wing shook, Took a bad look and was frozen once again, Left one supposition unnoticed, A bunch of words with out names, Soundings, Of blow dried beatitude, There was something already burning underneath soundings, Cause it is new years eve, And balloons were breaking between their legs, They made exploding underwear, A lullaby that lasted forever, Soundings cause reach over and over, Until they believe in Sundays, And get a big shift to begin again, And then they just give, Hard, hot and heavy, Lemon eyes and a dying heart, If you carry it softly enough, You can just stay plugged in to a lonely rex ray, And be another hole in the universe, Sourcing the chemistry that seeps down another’s throat, Just keep your nose, to the grindstone they say, And keep up with the jones, Soundings facing the mountain early in the still pink morning, Waiting for the air to untangle from the night, And settle all around me, And we slowly become strangers, Telling each other little stories about broken dreams, When we learned to whistle like the wind in the trees, And we listened to the coming of new languages in the Age of Aquarius, Deep in our throats, tongues reaching out for syzygy, I am your twin lingering, Of water drainage and brain damage, Back water seepage, and cloistered sentiments, Float myself flat for the corners, I make little chewing sounds of a small animal, A place to keep the sun free from shadows, And still breathe under my feet, And I get aminos to change their name, And go forth without a new spoonful camera, Only touch water, Soundings, Heart stronger than foot, One path, many days, A train in my bed, A skeleton left on a string, In a state of lust, a state of trust, Pumping out dark red blood, Blowing out a candle, No handle, The sun is up, Just another dose of weather changes,