vast symmetries
percolating.
Light bubbling
up through the dawn
of the waters.
Forms in their strangled mercy
I'm an American slut
I'm a fucking male cunt
seeking to search the changing mirror.
All the hotel's people
bring their mimicry of God to me
as they surface past
their numbered doors.
I am the sidewalk holder
a concrete gun
to protect my enemies
while astrally they bend me over
I guard the stars
I'm a fire drinker
the king's pawn
eyeing the crown
the queen's pussy seeker
to regain the sun
and bathe in the dark lemon
to fuck the gates of time
and descend screens
in fertile wires.
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