The Slain Sun Dissolves

bleeding purple scents of storms ignite imagined nations of magi dressed as scholars wearing blank faces feeding the furnace cash scrawled in ink infused with tones of blood inaudibly whistling dirges of delirious breath invoking the name of struggles flexing dense cords of flesh swelling screams hiding in a temple’s glow blasting the essence of western fantasies bellowing conceptions inside dead vehicles sunsets drizzle hints of pain releasing life throughout leveled highways perched owls project earth’s key