crawling through the palace walls
snakeskin dances from the underworld
unfurled in rain and radioactive twilight
broken lines that never merge in love,
fatigued kisses of distracted entities,
entropy in long rooms, delirious smoke,
ping pong in the silent mirror,
no escape says what the well belches
along with the bones
and the shadows of bodies
to reanimate their seductive suffering
and trances of detached prayer,
one lightning stroke
to the vast typewritten lair
and all becomes rings of vibrating hair
where the bell falls to atom Earth.
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