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| The blind cannot see what I inhale; What I exhale, enamored cries of jihad Betwixt Gemini and Venus. In a swirling trail of silver knots I unleash anarchy And toxins in sacrifice to your Lingering memory. Eye of the hierophant, I am infinite. Voices clot like cancerous blood, Choking sirens plague the harem And I am bound to suffer this uncertainty. Purge the scorn and suffocated sorrow With sharpened bone now drained of marrow. Upon the throne awaits the crone, All decadent honey and manic infection, Digging her nails into the nape of coital rage, A leopard left to hunger in its leaden cage. Decay wears a veil; I know not where Soma grows but I have walked These barren roads. The salt of the sea Like carrion fowl, speaks without words What beats with dismay the jackals in my heart, Your fingers slipping through my hands Yet I raise my blade in impassioned rebellion, Holding on to hopelessness, A martyr lost without his Divine. |
| W a n d e r i n g . . . |
| this photo by Dylan Parker |