cfs

capital f sing
swell the oder heavy backfill
chairlifts and maglev
ice dams and oxboxes
sweet peas from air
if there were pools
striped in yellow and red
would you slide in
merge my sections
fill my empty
wind over the long dark walk
trepidatious about space fingers
my code resonates far from here
swelter pods and unimaginables
the earth tastes good today
dross and the illusion of time
do not stay the two
from living