Sunday, September 9, 2012

In Light of Crimson Venom

whatever function you provided before
there was an odd trick
     - a mystical emblem, delicate
several hours silent, even the moon exploded
drawn ashore,  small strokes floated beneath the piece
as it mumbled and slept
the apparatus of a celestial body enduring as the myth of authority
dragging the coffin of your bones
lead me - I'm blind, leaking lava, play with me
fish drawing in the acid, decking themselves the vibrations
     the world works under
crystallization in progress
peppering your ashes on the sheet
emtombed
submerged in a coma that can't be cracked out of

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