baphomatic

throw from here I can see

a mound of cursors blinking

like a million black curses

which constitutes their thinking

those piled in reluctance

for that blessing ensues

by the fall of the first

and the last of the mews

what drags me through sleep

and spoils it like news

begs my soul to keep

soul spark, the bruise

to sustain unassuaged

that thought of all engaged

in one elaborate gore

whilst whiskers are strewn

the world comes to ruin

its rubble knit dusk

rut bubbling rot musk

masks faces in phazes

born between two places

screams as through a cylinder

passes then raises the posts

passage catch casts prize

and swine

before pearls

life dives and it curls

twists, unfurls

and kindles the mind

upon worlds that unwind

built by the dawn

and the dust of stars gone

its eloquent language

a scrabble sublime of the parts

in a chaos and riddle

the name in the slime

parceled in proportions that dribble

exhibiting the one that is three that are none

like the scroll bar, dragging through my thought

that sleeps comes like days and life wakes like not

I'm gone, gone for before

light light light



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