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While the heavens press down on my spine
Cumuloclades waylay fervent days
A parasitic synthesis leaves great foliage in shadow
Photogenic somnambulist nocturnally emitting
Together knitting, unless you let the spectres fester
Or coalesce in your breast, the sequence sequestered
If you’re desperate to deny the dilemma, try a bipedal enema
This morbid self-sycophancy borders on ouroboros
I antagonise, to coax the soul from your holes
Your erected mecha clings to you like glistening mould
Like a gloss of hot spunk, you sold your lump of universe out
It was you who drove the hearse out & loaded your cadaver in
& cross-stitched shut your mouth & raked leaves over the mound
Gods & goddesses flounder, float away as detritus
Jettisoned in favour of endeavouring to savour panspermia
To taste a universe squirting forth & birthing
Swathed in an abraded nexus, the truncated trails exsiccate
SEX IS GREAT coruscates, pulsing quasars of interference
Static amid the countable infinite
The one thing scattered in splintered bits
With taut wrists we wrest the best from the jester
Which we sought but thought we’d never find behind the weather
While knots twisted by eristic fists deny ends to split
The end of it is frayed & vague, displayed in a fair hair’s width
Source the error, wave the right light touch, be the loving rock
Be the flock of frocks as fantastical caresses, aurora borealis
The hardest place to leave is your island of certainty
But do you really want to know that you’re doing worse than me?
When you flee do your knees knock? Soothing kisses in the blue copse
Fairies smooch your shins, arms & face, & bite your bum with hunger
Legs end, that’s why, my mechanics are manic, my eyes spy
Thighs & the sky, riverine inclined, red as blood forest
Its leaves as pages of separate books taken as cohesive knowledge
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