an ice cap covers my dull skull
the clouds crack with fecal angelic glory
trash pours down my spine
to turn to soil
over a sunlit slab
in a cashed out quarry
a minnow screams.
Tadpoles cling to the scum of life
fire crawls in the depths
bones dance where a channel opens
and the mossy stage continues
for a drama that's been foretold
in the thorns of dreams
that sting this astral flesh
the spirit that cannot escape
rages and rages.
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