Tornadoesque

Self portrait behind A

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there is something tornadoesque in the distance

the horizon like woodgrain

or hairstyle

or rather

stormclouds is a hairstyle

on his back

the mute sun fist slamming down

behind the mountains

wind that blowed itself away

mourning the wings



all that has gone falls upon itself

inside the prison give us tree

the slight lizard of the voice

gold dust on the amethyst throat

the twinkling grass