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| M o m e n t s o f E r r a t i c A b r a s i o n s I n C e r e b r a l R e a l m s |
| Jackals and blood clots, Spiritual lycanthropy And emotional catalepsy. Heresies within heresies, wheels within wheels, The knife of a womb still killing, still feeding On poetic abortions. Deliverance from evil, Blinding of the eyes, Ashes and soot rain to the earth Promising a winter monsoon to suffocate the lands And flood them with famine. You are my greatest flaw, my sweetest addiction. In my passion for art, I contend a silent jihad With my rusted blood. I hold in my hands The twilight bloom of my heart, The crystalline tears, like melted stardust That I bleed in my deepest prison of loneliness. On these rusted wings I descend into subtleties And chemical distractions, Slave to my disease Of weakness and frailty. |