I sync with anything the orbitals have
recomposed in eternal autonomies.

From effevescent, isometric lands
outfaced by accordionists,
accelerating notions, darling,
wreath your reef of wheals.

For though our cetacean bones
called to another's
we wait in silence.

Co-written with Lilith Rose

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