its outcast loves and fertile failures,
chill paths and renegade heat
intertwined in orgasmic horror.
Anomalies with flaming tongues
landing on a bright scum lily pad.
Fresh buds of antique voodoo,
spells cast on sunken wood
with sentient blood.
The tendrils fall through space
to reproduce black holes,
pouring mortal glory through
the new immortal mind.
I'm riding the only one that rides,
the queen of irrepressible tarot.
The armored anti-saint of the last
visible bow, her last
invisible arrow.
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