for the jaws of death.
A tunic of melted plastic
guides my bones
to a rotten door.
Cemeteries of laughing
and sucking neon
travelling through
the mirror's rear view
stones gathering on a bead of light
flung back to the galactic seed.
The swooning enemy
who knows my name
seducing from a ragged curtain
the sparks of a yielding creator
and a sentient earth.
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