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in the reflections of storm watchers she begins as the nine walls of water in the nine colors of flesh. and she allows the distance of the nine roots above mountains and the dissolution of flesh to consume her
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your skin is a vanished'smooth invention of vanishing. and i walk to bring the death of possession to our skins.
on certain earths, silence has become a rabid movement of singing possession.
and bloodless. we are unopened bloodleaves. and on the tongues of silence
these earths move within us as fear. in fear of becoming earthless and bloodful.
we shall give you the earth when it ceases to fear you
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and witches will become ghosts who used to have wings
as the inversion [of galaxies] begins within [black widows][stomachs] and perhaps,
as eyes you are the missed and taken. are now taken. are now half blind
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and clouds are recreating cliffs in the form flesh takes as running'abandon.
half land half nonflesh. a skin reshaped unto divisions of long saturn
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and when you place your heart into animals, you will not hear war
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is your reflection the natural use of a body as the infrastructure of a controll'd state of labour.
a submission within old creatures of religiosity.
of body'flows within the repossession of labour as culture
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triangulariy-visibility. hence utility. the silences which come.
therein no nations may preserve themselves
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i don't have a reason to remove your body from bodies. perhaps unsever'd copper can reveal this to you. three impermanent rings of copper
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