Loofer Land
Circles in the wall
Circles on the door
Clearing through the glass
Grass arrows to cross
X marks the spot
Black holes
Rich in sound
White hole
White wall
Smash
Black hole
White wall
Pink up on the
Satin pink line
Is the top
Seven orbs on
One orb off
Bullet streaking patterns
Cracked in the roof
Rips in the old chair
Next to here
Spring and pounce
Brass cobbles
Plunked
The tear
Bullet wound
Smoke burns out the hole
Thread bare
Naked to the world
Erect white strand
Like a fountain
Of puss spirals
From open pore
Rising rising rising
Thread bare
Uprising yet frozen
Completely frozen
A comets tail
Grey white black
Still
Un moving
A pointed hand
To the yellow world
Beneath
Loofer land
Aint as soft on top
Shrink and step
Inside,
So many crunchy holes
Disch cloth disco
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