#13

soluble I want to

fizz, bubble, spin

no longer my disc golden be

mass more sea than no

tide fighting instead rotating  

air bubbles seeping tumbling

ceilings to I am like rising

rising electric guitar atmospherics Petit Sekou

to and my rise spindle until my belly

face up to sun disk, like offering, I tide

tide salient dissolve to sky

whole god I reflect I cry

golden sunset on this

no more man than 

sea no one see

my weight

in tears my primordials

birthed in me, that lover

caged me

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