I steam in the sun
It burns my brain cells
It burns my stem cells
Thus I reach no further
Only rattling hollow
with the resonance of my bones
Astonishment amounts
as I hear the tiniest echo
and I find my bones hollow
Puffed now
on the overripe gibberings
of dusty old lips
From a crusted age of wanderlust
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