Raven Mack dirtgod is real metaphor, mostly known
not to civilized power structure, existing
purely as junkyard outsider, overgrown
concrete plastic webbed world seems to be resisting
feral freestyle poesy, but I keep with these
tomewolf digital ripples within collective
blip-bloop mechanisms, only aiming to please
own impulses (perhaps genetic defective)
related to wild language mangling - not so much
"manhandling" as "crow rambling" - cawwing whatever
the fuck comes to mind (or heart?) without letting touch
cognizant awareness; fuck thinking forever,
unless thinking deeper than educated brain
(which mostly just follows installed tracks as in "train").
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