Sunday, January 14, 2024

Gloves of the tempest
dripping yielded color,
fingers shaking in the smoke
beneath a shattering grin

canyons swelling upward
transformed to oily ditches
networks of organized entropy
for priesthoods of sculpted excrement,

the ribs of ships adrift scraped bare
emitting wood smitten depth of music
sorrowful in lunar expanses
rays of light ripped
from irreplaceable skin.

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