with a burden of metallic cloth,
feeling the aisles quaking
where the streets and valleys
go distant,
reeking in a vein of
nothingness' descent.
Eyes bubbling in the ceiling
that follow the chimney of hate
we are pumped into with music
and every fizzing planetoid
painted on the chess board's darkness
with a scar of hearts
my bucket's eclipse
handle of the great dipper gleaming.
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