I will swim in the lake of fire
like printed letters coming after me
I will wait like mica in the rock
and I will wait like lava
at the core of all these consequences
running like mice
dragging down clairvoyant doors
seductive shadows adorned with necklaces
sanctuaries of the damned
dripping with concrete wounds.
At the dam's lever
where the forces twinkle
like shattered glass
let the ships pour through space like ass.
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