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Fertile Imagery

Put a star on the top of your epiphany

casting inverted clouds on the blackened

pouring light upon the bones, blessed in filth

put a sword in the stone of our emotion

play the dog and the snake in the afterlife

play the puppet and the crown of the future

lick the paint off the face of your pantomime

wearing syllables coarse and acrylic

pleasure god in the sight of every star in the night

flush the demons hiding from the shadows

ascend the stigma to the voice of shame

essenic swine trace the path of nothing

cast a drachma to the fish, wait for violence

cast a storm into the eye of the sea

scrape the walls of a fertile imagery

leaving nothing but ghosts of abortion

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