They peeled the bark
Where the fangs grew,
A monstrosity, lurching from the sky to ground.
The fangs sunk in beside
The flash of knife, a rusty nail penetrating and scraping.
The hearts-tongue lizard split
and lapping at the bronciole branches,
dry and barren skeletal trees
full of screeching oil slick feathers.
The gasps came in bone breath
holding up the rib of moon flushing.
Crimson tears trickle out of the budding.
Ravens heads have broken ground;
brazen beaked braziers of black flames
envisioning a web of fingers on the horizon's dissolving road
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Confusion in Underground Clouds
PoetryThis is a collection of assorted poems, detailing one consciousness extending and swirling into another, and another, and another.
