guarding pineal prescience,
slabs of scriptural weight
farting ink through bright
fractured tectonic plates,
head covered with the blood
of hovering angels,
the support of terrible
reptilian columns
roaring underneath
his rattled bones.
Gas tank of the infinite
cut off and burning by a thread,
these helmets of misguided mercy
falling off like wool.
He licks the bridge with a long
recording tongue
and the glue of spit becomes
veined radiant insignia.
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