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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WD 58 “End of a Journey”
A poem inspired by the Muse of Cold Earth. End of a Journey Eight fifty five. I awake A pleasure to behold and begin Bells chiming in the back of my skull, my dwelling Definition barring down on the rafters and shingles like drops of silver And the light is filtering through the silver WeContinue reading “WD 58 “End of a Journey””
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