Lucid in a lava rain

a tree of brains

a sword shaped spaceship lit

by dancing nudes

in long bulbous windows

platforms of the damned

in bright hot garb

floating fangs in denture glasses

the angelic transcendence

of total ghouls

through syringe like chambers

into the veins of a dying

intestinal god

and a clearing with transparent pools

right through the fiction of the planet

where each wincing raindrop

can think while it falls

of a light beam birth canal

adorned in rancid chains.