dual deposits


the up side
of a skin line
could creep
skimmed fly to
thin saviours

between face lined
of carved in
tips mine dig on
the sinking shade clots
cased skies flushed
of their behaviour

feed that shimmer
its the double
repeat a find
padding out veined
palms to see

sliding from spire
same sever same score
and froth spirals to
a fuller coiling
points
over pressed

point more parts pushed
smother
peaks mist
jointly patched up
wholes of a spill

over in told through
a spillage spent
and persistence put
pressure put granted
over opened its folds

keep the repeat on
on of a beneath
protrudes the spine
insides a release
you         feel         it         slipping to
across a pumped up
swells the structure
airs rushed of their

etiquette
in considered shimmer
shimmer quakes the solid

its a pattern out

another
an again
calm you your
steadied sounds
jut through
loud in caved
in closer bring
fist for front

with ears trying
to spear reasons
came cluttered
torn nails over
on sprung
rim pulls to          here
come says ties
puncture the
upsides risen
the further of forward

crush the blinded
all pace put
tired
talk
out
this
numb

an equivalent
vacancy laps
a ray of shade
as cooling engineers
laid my downs
feathered a curling
catch haze dip
disappear               links ask
                                  stillness of it

you we wade
place poured
marks on our
taking tracks
reverse or
trace the fade
spinning out to
a smoother salt
sucks at
skinned tissues

dab
compose

come here and posit
dual deposits fall
from once composed
fleshes net
woven for
tightened breath
airs rushed of their
now scorn etiquette
greed to gasp
grasp cap
swallow down
a swollen where holes
hurt rectangular tear
burnt of bladed
for no mark
sterility draw forth
infertility of letter
larvae rotted
at the deliver
clean out
brush mark
upward circular
motions are preferred
by circulation nerves less
pore more pure
less pores more
pure formed depth of
surfacing grain
sands stuck
in the cog
                               thats the overheat
flatten fist edge
sanded down
handed down
reader of
veins eyes
                those palms
sight a strand
swelling to animate
the scratches which say on
a cleared page
“this is not quite
‘we would wade”
about in wasted
inches of soiled
skins
shed
dead
glass caps
ceilings that
capsize to soak
self in residual selves
drained downwards
redeeming decency

the sinking shade clots
cased skies
flushed of their

shell
crust dries and the
deepening depicts we
                are all sided in delusions
a humble lost of blush