Whence does this burning lash come,
this canyon eroded in eons of overcast days?
The beast whips remorselessly with utmost love,
chaotic crimson latticework drawn in moist teguments
forms patterns of collapse dragging lead appendages;
truth floats on alcohol, just as ghostships master the Sargasso Sea,
northwards, westwards, mere futile occasions to raise frail bars,
to restrain an angelic weather wake
and erect cornerless cubes of conceptual composite
from the crystallized discharge of primeval volcanoes.
Stone upon stone, arranged in obsessive perfection,
resins of damnation to topple ingrown ziggurats
of millenarian guilt, the care of wolfen mothers displayed,
a riddle of roads that lead from the absolution peak.
The outback forgot long ago the warmer neighbors of null,
a lonely light flashing from the lime hut
of a propaganda poster painter.
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