fancy cadaver
there is a double dancer
drawing contour lines

let’s roll up our sleeves
I see you finally woke
detuned serenade

chuckle at long thoughts
best silly manifesto
raw resurrection

spread scattered at last
find your way back into life
it was clarified

the smug upper-hand
undoubtedly more than seen
enough of an edge

wacked out feedback loops
refresh a spinning cycle
warmth half time redux

the day of the pray
if I left the name alone
twins could be coupled