Manta Rising from Manta by The Spring

Collects gathers concrete rummaging neverending assembly decollage further investigation required. Somewhere nearby a siren sounds: hold on to your hats lest they be blown away, never found. Welcome a skylight clearing, hark the jettisoned sparks of combust, dry leaf ignition. Remember what was said - or parts of it anyway. Solid material waste leads to unacknowledged destitution, this much is clear. When will arrows hold frozen delights? Another way around, carousel of crackling litter. Where do feet come into it, if at all. Unseemly, inappropriate to say the least. Glimmer of breaking frequencies produces ocular satisfaction - content. Quietly smokestacks carry away the remaining traces of fingernails. Bare-bottomed possum laps carefully at the pungent pool of liquid before it. Blanket of tails, respite in fur. Shadow is a relief - mistaken belief. Out of it, clambering, a municipal formation conglomeration. Ground for feet, standing ground. A life underneath other lives. Above, beneath. Verticality confounds. Gumleaf disaster. Collect water it's there already here already. Pointed channeling. Human instruments of severance. Mulch for the drop of sun, belly rhythm. Subsist or more. Picture a building then dismantle it. Cloak it, blankets forward. Upwards, curving, tactile delivery - what a smile. Manta release.

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