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A primal screen
I can’t look at it
Awful, what’s occurred
Jesus has no shirt
Or words to spell on me
While sewers of requirement
Overflow high reservoir

Atom blasted poem
Devastation rhyme
Seraphim leaving the EARTH like it’s over
A fever incandescent
And everyone inert
The tesseracts haven’t a clue who to comfort.

A hollow horn
For dead and born
A wind across our gate
For staying out too late
To clear the pickled air
In a pyramid so useless
That I don’t even come alive!

In palaces and shitholes
We’re fitted out for what?
To carry this raggedy torch
across the dry brush?
To barricade the ocean?
To look out past the sun?

For somewhere to run… all there, or none
Into a void… all there, or none
To do and be done… all there, or none

So, goeth not
To this ground
Though all the air is wired
Apple of my eye
Overloaded child
Can you look into the hue and cry
And see it with your planet eyes?

Chasm blasted poem
Devastation line
Seraphim leaving the EARTH like it’s over.
A fever incandescent
And resurrection gore
The tesseracts haven’t a clue who to come for

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