pressed record

[holocene]

i fall through the grooves.
i'm wax drips. but hashtagged.
playing captive. follwing you.
geo***he disserenity. hollow met fumes
seek a taste, swallow the truth,
reengage novelist fugue. satirical guile.
DNA identity/ toggling chutes
with empirical style and an appalling enthuse,
as the pilot light dry ignites my lyrical real estate
i finalize a cybercrime miracle sea escape
and re-enervate a reinstated me in states of half-drowned-
rearrange the splashdown, then isles, asylums,
cobble together meetcutes. and cue me. plotholes du uzi.
spinning seventies records, revival, correctional irises
dry with no laughing traction/ silent as ever,
revel in timeless with castle factions/ hired actors
wry to rival catchers, road maps for Atlas.
throwback to madness, balancing islands, then vinyls,
scratch all but tunes as i remember you shattering sirens
me collapsing resume. plates spun on rebar
that's laden my limbs, angels on gee-tar,
film, cut and copy then pray for a fin.
water circling sharks. papering thin.
labor & script. comma verbiage slip
Freudian oxfords in my purplest crayon
it's perfectly art, as I hang on proverbial whims

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