I was staying in a room
with rectangles and water.
Behind and caught lagging
soaked up to salty.
You like a waterfall film
plastered overlooking the free-way.
Our concept of opportunity
was floating in a bed of saffron
rice spanked to shrill
over flowing with crumble.
What sizzled was all splatter torn
tears and tears...
With a point and a bulge.
Just like how so.
When gods built them so.
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