Broken Chains Of Galapagos

The space between us
hangs thick with tungsten
prescience I sink the
plunge deep watching the
kaleidoscopic imprints
of rainbow toxicity
swirl as mushroomed
comets of infectious infidelity,

synoptic neurons arch light
dulce litany of cruor
passive amongst
passé patriarchs
of Plutarch
pummeled by
Phoenician plutonium
prisms,

I call to the
inebriated saints
of havoc
rewind the
macrocosms
generator,

so hate and terror
knows no breath
only infertile inklings
disperse effluvium
futility,

I cast these Nietzsche
chronicles into a sea
of alabaster chalk
now straggle and strangle
on wasted paradigms
birthing Rorschach
rainbow tapestries,

dead man's hand
clenching a suicide
Queen of hearts
she waltzes into the
brothel of betrothal
facades,

simulated solitude
somnolence swirls in
seediest Swedish swamps
susurrations lament
satanic snickers
icicles calypso
in the stretched phalanges
of an indigo flame,

vindicating vexed
vultures of virtue.

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