push through my sack of bones
the industry of careful slaves
jabbing flesh with flesh
floating eyes that never turn to the depths
skies pulsing with such vagrant fires
veins latching to a perfumed cage
the waters mapped in gold
the instant thirst of vague contraptions
solemn faces of obedient machines
dragged away by ghostly embroidery
melted coins decorate secretly twitching eyelids
under the mask that grows into a city
and the grip of its ecstatic grimace
horn rimmed alkaline lactating grid
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