living sinews desperate on concrete
rivers siphoned up into a spaceship
the shapes of sculptured shit
lactating in unmixed paint.
Forked entities with no heads
the scum of painted highways
grid walls of bisected insects
flesh blasted from broadcasting wheels
a cloud of floating skulls
wafting through an open galaxy
as the particles of hot divine substance
are flushed through ungrateful channels
and sprayed upon an ornate clock.
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