Driving backwards. Very fast.

when I look onto the world I can hear them…

their pulsing of blood within the earth

and wings enfolding the sky as obsidian statues

do you drink milk of the breast my fine creatures

or were you born as the cold flesh of angels?

Forever divining the intricacies of the skin

delicacies upon the tongue…and could you ever live without it?

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