still has a few twilight sparks
the menacing threshold is a string that plays
with my rubber clad metallic skeleton
I will take Cloud Springs Road
through the bliss of hellfire
I am the snake on the stick
unfurled eternally
this mateless abandon is the painter's wheel
these seeds that glint like bullets
are a message unknown
the itchings of this vast and fractured womb
the bump of hills in a tiny mirror
heaps of gravel radiant in neglect
poles aslant above electric wreckage
the tongue erected from a sleeping tongue
a pearl of many seas
hacked veil flashing from world to world
seams bleeding screen printed fireworks
the blade's edge in a swarming iris
notching the umbilical spine
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