The catatonic, ironic void of plutonic perception – slips off like sleeves.

Tease a fetish, fleshed by faith

Till base-lines of broader bones – sculpt an age with ease.

As in sorrow stricken, life forbidden humanity seeps in shade

A sour fade to burn a taste – Xing out the carnal trade.


Drown, and drain absent the want.

Taunt out a transient goon of gallows haunt.

Sardonic balance on hind feet, tethering the parallelism –

Only while bending, bathing in neon; banish the symbolism.


We provoke panic to inspire

Thriving to be admired by fire – and bedroom liars.

Lie upon me now; soaked in salt – as in us all, is the love for fault.




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