fake diamonds and feathers
spilling blood colored flowers
zones previously unknown on Earth
long tendrils from eroded letters
suppurating on distorted stone
where are my chains in velvet
where is my orchid mouth
the thread that stitches bricks together
trailing over a volcano's lips
in a chariot of digitized energy
in the heart of the electromagnet storm
cups of gold holding
bright imitative liquid
pulsating forms that seed
the twilight with a cold sunrise
taut radiance of slashed and unreal walls
my dark twin at the helm
of soft unfolding hallways
monstrous angelic architectural sex.
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