Entrapment
Eyes open and special
man of wires,
“god is not with me!
cracked open!”
Slither into God
compelled to
catch his credit
barring a Zerubbabel overflow,
the stale cream moon descends
into the mud
like it belongs to me
like this insubstantial pageant is all
[kill yourself and the mortal god will bless you] relax
like a priestcraft of solace in sleep
what is the black water snapped over the echo?
quakes?
our KING maker ate kings
drank its own mother’s piss
And encased the white sun
In the morningstar
Union
The sun comes forth again
daedalus meteorites
could strip a shield
with quivering hands of shivers and
now martyrs itself
with that Icarus fiction
The Mistress of Jurisdiction sent vengeance on her wings
To rid our sensitivity of Gomer gravestones
So that we may become dreamsongs
Fit to master nations
The white sun comes
shivering over its objects
Having forgotten they belong to life
The white sun comes
who enacted this miracle?
Choking down berry after berry
whatever sings a name
To become a god
cut to become addicted
to people who were trained
To love to preach a pleasant grin
In their god’s name
Ascension
myth was afraid
art sung for a sentence
useful for measuring
the density of an enema
like some immediate
tradition affords a trench
to bury men who Imagine that God
is like a rapidly closing wound
fading into place
both barrels point toward everything
their own cells become strangers
Flushing and wetting
every method of necessity
to break free
This enclosure has no exits
Fall in enough times to ruin your reflection
circle back to protect it
And now it has more
To lose
Than you
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