riven the wood

god can be true the wrong pitch frantic stall

from a star ledge in the ocean fall

can’t stand another scald day in spring’s pouch

the otter skin roofs canal colour walls

rain like locks rise from hot decompose

and opens an april shower

champing train riven the wood

my lamp and grove tears for a tricky birth

her squoze notes alight in canopy

god can be true the pull up pull up

from the planet black in which gulls drop

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