An Xmdv Poem

A binding cold and intimate
Atomic violent hands
where our birds are worth 8
peices of stele desert sand

Drag me towards your soverign
Of the eye, ceribrum sans
eleven thousand five hundred and five
easy payments

I taste fleeing humanity
You sell abudance canned
Buy underhanded and send with the other,
eat both

Nomad no-man meander
sell pearls my sweetheart damned
Hot light of the dark star
cracked, tanned, raw heat.

Beat.

Stable!