Blades of light cross ruddy canyons

filled with sexual information

and the crumpled wicks

of past days floating

in the stream of death

that they have fueled

and that now discards them

blazing and pointing

to a holographic cavern

coagulating in dark matter and filled

with the dashing and unreal

unmasked imposters in an age of masks

slime filling their flasks

with the spiceless gleam

of our cowardly blood

as the deity chews gum

and wears velvet gloves

cuffs chained to an infant above.

Ink sores on the balcony

eyes watching that already know

soul's fecund octagon in neon raving

with labyrinthine lines

that inch like signs

that nothing's reaching

amber solitudes in paused rain

the fronds and cracking arcs

of geometrically linked geodesic cemeteries

long kisses in a serpentine embrace.