growing in every vein.
Peach fuzz phosphorescence
glowing on epidermal armor
fresh from the storm of the ages
that is eating the sky.
Death is coming in a thousand disguises,
raining on walls of steel with relentless music,
hiding in the balls of sand with balloon skin,
splattering the rails that hold
a throne of fecal ice.
Light is leaking from my toes
and from my shaded hands,
I must see the scattered rays
that link it to a fading shore.
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