unity is a vice
in all my Father's mouth
all-consuming
commandments north of reason
a tongue under an or
proves a contra-positive
by the negative
of a pure desire
the heaven
of a thousand teeth
if I can feel your illusion
in the sweat of summer
maybe my eyes will cry
the water of saints
& sickle into crosses
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