The Colors of the Half Man Half Beast

A sketch of cimarron shades: an appollyon emerges, her spectre arms reach like the charcoal bones of the wild, the webbed trees. Their silhouette absorbed into the night clasp the edge of the curved slice of moon, cocaine colored and as potent. For ancient stories are spun within its orbit. It is a black and white rock that once had oceans, the orb created by a long ago planet colliding with Earth. A diabolical world pushes against our mortal microcosm, in which molded flesh is a cloak shaped to kill, and shed. Stripped of this armour, we meld into death, a viscous void of the sublime intense beating, of puissance, zoetic. Tincture of a collapsed white dwarf, the distant plum red throb that emits heat, burns. Earthly demon world nabs; chalk rubbed into pores. Human colors drown.