from the poison river.
Long hands of rope
with a brick tail.
Currents of blood and salt
that fly over. A veil of screams.
Trees lashing at a hard blanket.
Hovering ships whose beams cry out
for conscious water.
Vessels of outer mind
moving through matter.
A diamond lit horizon
creeping over smoky hills.
The tipped hat of tall things
nudging at the dome
of universal cancer. Bulbs exploding
to reach the fetid void.
A plane of sorrows dissolving
into violet steam.
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