Intense Dome Tent No Stakes

You are love, you heard a light light up, you heard a sun come up,

You love your sun coming up outside your dome tent– in tent, black nigger in intent, cres, bounce around, old folks tune and go down, into an ice box,

You aren’t love, far from, you saw a moon go down, when you, a babe, in fear of dark,

Of being alone,

Cold, because you are cold when alone,

In the dark,

Being dark,

It was dark in the womb,

At night it is dark in the womb dome tent,

You are love, you heard a light light up, you heard a sun come up,

You felt your cranium emerge, tight squeeze but doable, from a graven urn, graven urn to grave, graven word from a page, a concrete commandment ten or twelve, rebar reverb tomb of kindly fontanel, reinforcing the ruler’s rule:

YOU MUST COME OUT!

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