Wölf
Let
me write Candide
across your spine
across your spine
for the animals
the sun is out
of breath brazen
pommery the sun is
the sun is out
of breath brazen
pommery the sun is
dead internet spake
her hard tanned
belly brushing swiftly
Soffria abseiling naked
down a scaffold of her face
put the ö in Wölf
her wind-gnarled points
salute the feat
break
peeling back a strip
of prosthetic skin unveils
slick lissom quem
salve folds thumbed
salute the feat
break
peeling back a strip
of prosthetic skin unveils
slick lissom quem
salve folds thumbed
reveal some white thing
half-hidden gawking back
crack lidded eye-form
below pergola nub sculpt'
rendered by retopology
the sun is futile cardiography
the pupil darts erratically then
fixes panoptic nerves tethered
reaching to the fleshy toggle
pulsing occucervic periscope
buried to avert a vainglorious
sun.
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