Thievery of Beckoning Frights
Pages of white lust
are recalling Summer moons
tugging a retreating
roar. God of Insanity:
objects personified shaped
to impact reason
in his senseless world.
Hands reach within closed eyelids-
chis luring the heart.
Cancerous pain seeps,
then tunnels. A maroon creek
rushing through sand-colored
walls of leek-like tissue.
It is winding, and ebbing,
pushing the thunderous
beat of muscle welded,
torched by the pagan Creator.
His opaque waves swirl
around the electric
magnetic manisfestation:
sun- like core of life.
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