the ghost of an insect
red tears on the horizon
fear everywhere
nowhere
and the language
of arsonists.
i want just what you said
i want
just what you said
god's hammer
god's eye
divides by infinity
and renders everything
to nothing.
the consolation of lightening
star within star
the power of these hearts
the bite of a pitiless god
automatic dreams
lost
and i don't want anything from you
i don't want anything
i am collapsed
like a buddhist catastrophe
brooding over lack of want
lamented void
of clandestine lamented void
of the solemn
god is a signal
fading into a magic puzzle
with a template cut of flesh and words
patterned on a rising spiral
into nothing
and everywhere
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