in the gut tanks of the great facade
out the orb of consciousness
into a womb of laughing mazes
I follow your form
across these melting and re-frozen floors
and feel your taste closing over my mouth
in dawns of braided worlds
where I am the stone pan
under your knifelike river
lightning in the light
of your divine mouth
that ceaseless remembrance carries
to watch your engines purr
against the tides of space
and catch my departing soul.
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