Full of beings, who want to know souls.
Ledge cafes cackling at liquid train cars.
Aisles in rock pulsing deep red light.
Towers with attaching bridges
roads through jeweled caves
teacups heavy as warheads
glued to glossy sex drenched floors
the fan blades of breathing systems
cutting off strange yearning limbs.
Engines with kaleidoscopic sinkholes
pulling sight through ecstasy of pipes
to land on grains of this robotic sand
combed by sad sword fingers
bronze heat of massive praying mantis.
Aching forth with infinite content,
mating fiber optic ooze.
Sprung from this cathedral meat
a tongue of truth lost deep
in labyrinthine ruse.
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