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Calved 

from the bone of animal

so rare,

it never existed.

I Eat lightning

follow ghosts

and spit lakes

I sit, 

on nerve endings.

Rub my eyes 

'til my head is a shadow box

I slide

asleep down mountains

my face 

in the mud I'm collecting

flowers, 

they turn to ash when I wake.

At night

I sit

on the edge of a crescent moon

fishing for stars 

so hot 

they burn me up

Reviews

[JimmyFlux]

I like the playfully surreal nature of this.

[Ed Hart]

i like to see a person have a good time

[_mal]

This is perfect. Your imagery is excellent