that cluster in the ribs
of a radiant bridge
is blood polymer
headed for the vast
transforming wormhole
to be sprayed in webs
and unforgiving machine arms
contrasted by a fleshly pale guitar
and phallic scimitar
time's intricate altar
made of unholy metal
escape from automatic dreams
the oars of toy ships
scraping bowls that turn to crimson lips
in the hour's last butane gasp
bright thorns of clitoral tongues
vast iron mazes ranked in tons
on ground so softly heaving
freed land of false angels leaving
unreluctant hooves.
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