Importunate incision over the blemishes--
The fireworks in the sky celebrate
An invasion of the worms
In the grains of my livid conscience.
They parade along the trifling margins
Of my natal and celebate dreams.
A Freudian epic
Creeps through the hive-pits in my soul.
The hymns prick me to scarlet
And Fiend do I company.
Camaraderie is a fancy, though,
Between me and myself.
Like a silver-hero, enraged,
I break my look into pieces
To match a face.
The tears are coaxed
From dried eyepits
To bulild an army
To wage a war
Against the lurking dreams,
In an oasis,
Between the sands and the sky,
In the middle of the cruel Sahara.
The unquneched thrist
Soothes the dried path of pilgrimage
In my wrathful texture of
Nervous internet.
The flag cries for the triumph
In me
With Pegasus reborn.
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