slabs of frozen fat
displaying prostrate beauties
chords of hot grid magnetizing particles
the walks of ghostly men alone
on beaches of metallic dust.
Labyrinthine gardens
rising from a well of screams.
No barriers in time, and no mere echo.
Stone crosses on the bottom of a pond.
My frog suit itching like a telepathic fire.
The hands that rise from wire bitten clay.
The altar's toys of seed and egg.
The God that begs.
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