The sky is my prison
It shines without reason
Telephone crucifi
perform the dance
of the seven
digits
With their arms outstretched
through a glowing
mirage,
A translucent nightgown
of shimmering
dust
9.22.25

By Nathan Payne | pablosmoglives | 22 Sep 2025
The sky is my prison
It shines without reason
Telephone crucifi
perform the dance
of the seven
digits
With their arms outstretched
through a glowing
mirage,
A translucent nightgown
of shimmering
dust
9.22.25

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