ARCHEOLOGY AFTER SOUP by Henry R. Williams
How lifts now the vagabond sky, meteoric wisps and white jet trails on cobalt blue with squashed sun, compressed expunges. Apricot & rose-hued horizon, likeness of rain anticipated leaves the woven concentration of her brow and a few too many clouds are ants all over the honeyed sky once dawn has drained its colors. Worms licking the soil knew how clean the earthâ€™s decay but as Elias thought of his eventual dirt mates, he could not help but squirm & consider the disintegrating fires preferable. Incomplete his crumble worked upon his smile like extracting a lost city with teaspoon while the jungle continues to grab.
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