as a melody of familiar footsteps from beyond the veil of Maya,
pillars of possibilities cemented against program pliers.
Bouts of crystal apocalypse conjoined quietly
with sips of shadow dissent.
The milk android lives in my marrow mansion,
shielding me in her cinnamon sarcophagus
and crooning fragrance of diving star electricity.
The seconds before dawn mire the rotation,
inverted telescoping decree, conquering Fergana.
Teeth sink into seabeds of secrecy where the line fades
out of sight, solids dissolve, hot conduits from ground zero.
Butcher's block corrosion swirling into cables of the supraterranean
can never withstand the scissors of angelic Orcus,
for I claim this day as my own.
damn.
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