a cookie cutter moon looked on. stars hung, stiff. lolling tongues swollen, desert-wind dried, fly laden & brittle. the dust of dead souls & burned out suns married in a tangled union, stasis & crusted spittle. ligneous moans. rotting fibres creaked under the duress of grave & hallowed curse. or this time a sacred & gracious boon. a loving, merciful & motherly, if gallowed, nurse.



i awoke from another world. all slow time & an orange marmalade glow. ragged edges & whispy lines defined familiar shapes; proclomations & geometries sometimes better left unfurled.














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