forehead-splitting-jug-garden-tell

kleg simon
your dutch clay garden's
revery
a heavy root to roundrel
where the visage
turns a face
to the mirrored column

no room for runes
in the heavy crust
of azalea faces
kleg simon leads its clay
away from the navel
to weird the waters
areound the unmoving shell

ghost dutch
strange economies
lickerish collections
yourlandscapebodyproblem
is my own sacrifice in we
are becoming wedder
byte the dryte sample
no point to simple
oval opal garden noise
these machine arm stirrings
are looping the text
with its faced out wax
made from the disappeared

kleg simon has its nose
into everything at once
and the thread of it
makes different bodies

root castle led up
clay to jangle
through its hollow tell


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