Prometheus’ Lament
Time vivisects me
I am one with the seething of the sun
Come with me
It is lonely here
There is no way out
Let me spill out of this place
Let me swim toward my salvation
Beckoning with perfect grace
My grim regards
My pleasure
To dance with the devil tonight
To spill into a soft warm womb
And reflect the midnight of creation
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