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The hearts that do not beat
Quiet in the viaduct;
        A steeled echo husked
Alchemic clones vastly entreat.

I slipped you a talking pill
As the loam, pulsing dust of cars
Filled up on dark shofars.
       I slip on an unwritten will.

Eerie green bolts fill the firmament;
   Arbor confusion hangs an effigy
       Inviting the serial hinterlands decree
To dream green seals the parchment.

The serrated squid with a man's face
Opens its serpent eyes, preemptive;
       Swamp spirits deliberate a redemptive
blue hesper corroding Man's one race.

I am Electricity—I laugh at thunder
Bellowing at my helm, unaware
That electricity is not all I share
With my unseen body: Heark Asunder.

Gryphons, gargoyles and cornsilk eyes
        Trifecta on the organ: my song
Of deafness slides into deep wrong,
As a wish to eradicate all a wish denies.

Our hearts unlocked that haste to bleed
inky filth in the sleeping bag,
        plush lips imparting terror gag
at pitch-lit bones' fireless greed.

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