I live somewhere in your
imagination
Laughing at the sobriety of gods
your fingers decorate my neck
& my pants are around my
ankles
& this is how I breed
In stasis
We are an object of heaven
A code. A definition
Of poetry & a language
Of commands, arising
Out of ashes & bourbon & smog
Try to enjoy this &
everyone will die but you
& you will echo, oh
You will
& your silence will deafen
screams
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