acting loose

data trickles through rain
ice tracks dust on my side of thought
but which side I don't know

how to juxtapose devil syllables
gagged I think of a reply
phrased like a jigsaw piece

this is blessing numbered for night
disguised in simple time
the air and me acting loose now

tossing aside cold rain
feeling levels, unmerged
dreaming pleasures half-silent

halt teeth chatter syllables
body the road awash
place me within the skim

acres of grassy somnolence
far away mist pink skin
gets slippery when we could be at one


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