Goat Bolt Tower Life

Ugly is beautiful again;
we shave off the hair,
rabbits stare,
run from the tower,
it’s a slow orange burn,
a time to bolt,
a time to pull open clouds.

All blues inside, beautiful blood;
the old skins are dying or dead,
peal and peal and peal,
underneath is the art of life.

Underneath we strive harder,
we see clearer, animus is visceral.
Orange kinetic fluff in the Oval,
we see Towers falling clearly above,
so Goats stand taller, don’t bolt;
our new path leads deep.

Until a snow fire improves us,
burning our lives bright in snow,
crystalizing patterns in code carriers,
goats will bolt. Tower. Life.


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