[Jesus]:
Landslide put through my pace
landslide
has the grace
corpsalming me into
hollow corposants
incense to self-constriction
accelerating myself deadline
unperfection
ever so consanguine
reverse ampliation-
the contractile escape slid
the Code’s invisible ink
awaits me absorbtive
to implode amid.
The last tractile nadir-
veinal addiction
Blood, run out on me
l’hippogriffe regardait l’oasis cachée parmi les dunes
comme un dernier acacia qui se dévoile lentement dans la nuit
et il sentit jusque dans les plus petits recoins du temps
le silence du désert agrandissant
sous l’ œil implacable de l’éternité
l’océan du sable au repos
les véritables exilés moururent de fatigue
sauf le sphinx qui exhala, avide, le souffle du désert
he says snow comes down like a lie
just when you’re about to become
the happiest man alive
only you in that stadium & sky missing
only snow
abandoned children running to grasp his hand
craziness as a shiver
death has something against me
he says
he and the children keeping him up in their palms
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