Covered in a hymn
Hums of a condensing
The city furnace
Water dispenser
And me
On a continent
Covered in flies

Salt of the Earth

Beneath the machine
The sewing molds the waters
I, on top of it's worth
Putrid elegance
My olfactory senses the moons in retrograde

Design begins in a cities poet

Racquel and Kevin are dung beattle walls

And the lobby needs two more?

I explained...

I wrote lyric a poem in the night choreography with my feet for Racquel was dancing with me

Denzel she is silenced bravado mime circus

Without treasure in Italy she Frances chaplin