The Reaching Fire Feeds
in the inexorable mist ellipse
the angel sings in the heart
of sinners scratching to fight
the worm's whisper
...gray light illuminates rooms
where rusty pictures stain
the memory of eyes freed
from fermenting woe...
poetry of the heart snaps
fusing mental photographs
(heaven in the spirit to fight)
...demons in the acquiescence
release the numb epicurean cats
paws digging unknown wombs
of the afterlife roaring in our cries...
the purest sounds are spawned
from pain and the urge to weep
(hell is hermetically muted for eras)
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