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Serpentiform

Serpentiform

 

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amassed a mask of masochism

the masonry a mass of schisms

a nemean mime forever dividing it

self into character-constructing polarities 

and the sound of the pendulum swinging is

teeth scraping tarmac amid sweet Satanic 

anchors of lavender for an ancient mis

guided ritual for gorgeous reclusion 

 

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you must respond at all costs, e...

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Misphonia

fresh sounds, noise without name
despite all time       in the subtler realms
power is in the knowing
how a resonance
is addressed    the title
of a lying vibration    in
the absence of this      if
the jargled mumbles through the walls
remain still
grey the nickname 
of a wave form will
suffice to suck the magic
from the panic
but a more potent 
vein of freedom 
is mined through th...

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neverending no

it creeps in like hope
                                       love clinging 
                     safe sound
 stripped 
                  the veiled shape of it

flowers watered in

fears denying all expected
witherings
                     crinkling snakeskin 

discarded    aimed star-ward

like a voice

bare 
            toneless in the void

                                  ...

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The Last Place

bleeding lamb-like the split throat splaying

on temple steps for Set's quiet-dark smirks

among scam-based chakra shenanigans

the iron-scented mist of blood 

atonement propelled through bone-white air a mass of military-grade psychic driving

travelling by darkness fear-first 

 

deep in prayers of accidental blasphemies regrets melting salty on a quickly-creasing face threats 

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Third Witness

messiah stillborn amid wilted lavender 
corn stalks pouty in hollow sockets
scarlet ibis feathers creaking in
the shadowed secrets of a single black ankh

a mass grey as prisoners' prayer
lightening powdered with stars' quiet

piercing an ever-rising ceiling of
corpse-like fantasy, expecting.

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