SCAR

A microcosm rushing towards the light, a pathological soul in my mouth, a belonging buried in my back
The dagger of my brain: a spear, within a flayed piety (forgotten hand) my brain cavities
a rain of morphine
I am a wooden bird, a star circling in God's fireflies, a collision of Venus and Uranus, a three-eyed serpent (History bleeds in my voice)
I am captive Maya, imprisoned 2012, a devil's triangle in the song of the seas, loneliness drips from my groin, loneliness that shoots itself! - A city's call to war
A dead man in my veins, unknown to me, the fear of a eunuch on his forehead, shaking! Demeter
A dirty river in my nails, Apollo woke up, twin beds
This is the season of shame, an angel hides in a cage, a cliff floating in the iron ocean (my fins
capsized)
The cobalt juggler entered my eyes, entered my eyes! There's no place to escape! The lastflute's last melody, heavy melodrama in missing persons notices
Minimal words in the low dome of the rain, theatrical Cleopatra
My skin, my skin, is tied to Solomon. I am the caliph of children sharpened with bone. My throne is hollow,my throne is embers.
I am the footsteps of a drowning people!!! The rope is broken, our hair is slippery. SHOUTOUR SONG! HUMAN, OATH IN MY HEART!
My wounded soul is a scab, it still moves in my mother's groin!
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