Asterocytes
Breathing is
contagious.
It is a means
for identities
to ignite alive
with fragments
of past, pasts.
Pests under
your carpet.
A struggle to
please what—
ever lies above,
what likes to
say he lies
beneath us all.
Ants collecting.
My air conditioner
has pseudo-wings
and I’m quite sure
he can fly with the
right wind sheer.
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