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the metaphysics & politics of love doesn’t allow for any last verse in its cursed eternity
a precision plummeting
of an incisive something
your caramelized december suns
awaken my apocalyptical abyss
-cacti irises
b(l)oom black steadfast
forgetting it’s stained
self-infliction a while
something-
that streaming in chaos
imbibed as a fallen Oracle
bludgeoned to aortic strings
pulls out at ease
an uproarious Niagara
over the blurry cyanic moons
in your cratering absence
& an eruptive silence
births & dies & births & dies &...
unceasingly
the magmatic ripple,
“you never drew me in your magnetic fields
you never curled me in your cocooning holds
you never breathed me in your igniting inhale
you never fused me ever in your plasmic soul
you never shed pearls of our lurching seashell
you never…you never...”
you just have gotten petrified in fascistic dens
of your built phantasmagorical illusion
in lightyears away of ignorance
ignominiously churning out
parched skulls & sands & soul
from this rustic earth in flotation
to an eternity
of birth, full of deaths
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