I am two hawks gliding over the film noir
REALITY
tape situation
holographic novelty
the eye makes it reel onward
the whole roll of it on words towards
setting into the night of due credit
love how the stars fall in names
when the gods make it
at six notes in octave number one
some mob stopped and said it was good
enough at this externalizing
movie at extremities where the six
guns living on the edge
and sex is xxx and why chroma
chromatic tools some
perpetuate
six bullets one for every wall
unfold your cubes
hyperdimensional tracker
sneak around
a vicious spectator forgets its sacred roll
for redundant hold on the rails
those made of dust
may implode by this fall at
a theatre year new
do re me fa so
LA (LOUISANA)
L.A. (LOS ANGELES)
The Path of The American Ajna
The sun rises in the birth of jazz
warm delta
take me inside you
vibrations taking note
from yonder keyboard
there are eighty-eight keys and
constellations to make you move
I came to get down
underneath everything
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