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crunching deep on years on broken bottles
blank page feet
each step is a slit wound to the eyes
make them realise,
after all these years of wanting she wants nothing
but the blank is blanker
than she can handle
she will bleed more than her feet
deserts in a prison home, a desert prison
confusing the concept of home
sand makes glass and glass makes home
home in the 4404
all these years of wanting
she stood still in the/broken bottles
dining room table topped with tooth clash, explosion/
dining room
the point of precipice where she knew she no longer wanted the wanting
and wanted for nothing
then wanted nothing
feet bled (writing sole stories)
reaching down for a full stop
she saw the inscription on the mouth of a glass coaster gnawing on her
(all bottles have serial numbers)
a pressing red vein vision
of home, the 4404
did you know all bottles have serial numbers?
sorting through, madness can be put in order
tacks on the wall (count,
contain this desert prison)
(arrest this prison)
tracking numbers, did you know
every life has a tracking number?
there's no other way to add it up.
it comes to home
it comes to the 4404
did you know sand makes glass?
i make glass
i make glass in stomach made of food, i ate it from
prison dinners
in amongst the sullen green
tracking the stories of my internal processes,
my glass liver
truth makes glass and glass like bones
the days are crunching deep
blank page feet
each step is a slit wound to the eyes
make them realise,
after all these years of wanting she wants nothing
but the blank is blanker
than she can handle
she will bleed more than her feet
deserts in a prison home, a desert prison
confusing the concept of home
sand makes glass and glass makes home
home in the 4404
all these years of wanting
she stood still in the/broken bottles
dining room table topped with tooth clash, explosion/
dining room
the point of precipice where she knew she no longer wanted the wanting
and wanted for nothing
then wanted nothing
feet bled (writing sole stories)
reaching down for a full stop
she saw the inscription on the mouth of a glass coaster gnawing on her
(all bottles have serial numbers)
a pressing red vein vision
of home, the 4404
did you know all bottles have serial numbers?
sorting through, madness can be put in order
tacks on the wall (count,
contain this desert prison)
(arrest this prison)
tracking numbers, did you know
every life has a tracking number?
there's no other way to add it up.
it comes to home
it comes to the 4404
did you know sand makes glass?
i make glass
i make glass in stomach made of food, i ate it from
prison dinners
in amongst the sullen green
tracking the stories of my internal processes,
my glass liver
truth makes glass and glass like bones
the days are crunching deep
(13/05/13)
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i know 4404...too well.