of merlin's bush, etc

of merlin’s bush, etc

of horse’s vag, etc

of harps and hamstrings, etc

of nights on the drag, etc

of fish in the phlegm, etc

of eyes half-twinked, etc

of mice-minded men, etc

of brown darlings interlinked, etc

of gads who mean well, etc

of the erasure our DNA still dwells, still tells, etc

of our return to frightening form, etc

of all the cowards who fear color, etc

of all of our running, running, etc

of hugs of hugs of course those come from fresh-tilled soil