from HOW I BECAME A HUM
THE DECODED DRONE
The mirage's fugue bred orphan flames from film stills of the sun. The swarming shards mapped a redacted hand. The glued together tones grew scissors. The ghost of a blown up organ recorded its static in clotting fog.
THE DEMILITARIZED MARIONETTE
The wooden arms unwound while the rabid trenches sweated. The ribboned fingers digested their threads. The doll distilled its bones beneath the hull of a bombed out mouse.
GRID OASIS
The slug's pups strutted drunkenly between graves. The hoverers glazed on decaying glosses. They foraged among widows for a careless patch of grass.
THE MESMERIZED MOTH
I plagued myself in the moored room's waves. I forgot my flag. I spooled. I wore a damaged mast. I swam the wall's face all day.
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I swarmed a bolting watt. I horded its hairs. I watched the harm my claws compounded. I crowded beneath a harpsichord's lid.
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I bled the cell's impacted strands. I mated scraps in a tiny stable. I pluralized its sod. I accepted its quakes. I ate a bite of paint.
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I posed against the least wild light. I subtracted my effects. I rewired the flight of a flung piece of dust.
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I, a sick leaf, awoke in scores. I plugged the grotto with séance paste. I dried calmly. I starred inside a new incense's whiff.