bluegrass waterfall
blueglass waterfall
bluegrass grows in the fall
channeling raindear
intraswept pleasures that
solidifies the hourglass
crystals crashing in every direction
time twisting with every possession
minutes masking every discretion
interjecting and disinfecting
rot and hammer
nailsaw trumpet players
berating beats busting
through collumns into night
where stars pull
black magic realism through
one trial to the next tribunal
if you choose to pass
fear
not a darker side trimming the fat
of systematized rapture
it's all smoothe sailing jazz
every jungle emerges from a petal
until alls walls falls through
a numb rancid riot rampant rest
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