A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth. Faust Remembers Electrocute, the fibers that manipulate the neurons Limbs, stapled together like the flesh of Victor’s patchwork demon I wish blasphemies like this could be infinite like The heads of the hydra, always splitting off into new wrongs And worse choices, between somber eucharist ofContinue reading “WD 104 “Faust Remembers””
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