thorned vines rip open the netherworld
frozen tubes of honey protrude
sweet melting chains
in the demonic background I see
quiet fingers readjusting a nervous thread
coins thick with wax
and the arrows that attack
a dancing burden
eyes that cut the ice
to half circles and bent triangles
all reflecting the beauty of a battered piano
platforms of singing gas
tongue threaded milk leaking microphone
wet shoes of seeking grass
crawling over bones of bats
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