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The Asphyxiated Six:

these heliocentric creeps
falling from blessed combustion
(lost, needing fate to open wounds)

A conductive nightmare crew
scribbling intergalactic dialogues
describing fragrant blackholes

set the coordinates:

begin.

pursued naked
she is negatively subdued
in the throws of mental collision


fuel clouds in crushed eyes
gliding in a dream
repeating suggestions with wry language
to alleviate the scribes.


shipwrecked
pressing on
her heart empty, creaking.

Lost in conductive nightmare resin,
signals of formant dreams
weather her being,
dry and swollen.

Always at the ready
death pristine(
dynamite-dense on release)
moves on a intergalactic trajectory,
to turn lips blue with debauchery.

falling into a future
disengaged

isolated again

In doubt



inside her,
drapes come down - cherubs,
deliver angelic bombs,
of monumental judgment
with tireless assessment.


alertness (deep within her)
regulated in the
eye snow
dispersed something
born golden, a celebration of the whole

no soul ages waiting
projects with throttle down
moving song-rhythm-repentance along.

Learning, the Asphyxiated 6, these heliocentric creeps, flinch.



reset. begin again.