WE smoke the toenails and hair of the wiseman
under a BLACKGOD's thumb we dance like painted
puppets we eat the wiseman's eyes she bleeds
orgasm in techni-color an ocean of alien mystery
for sight that we might the lights fast enough
see the darkness if we kill we burn the dry
shell, a funeral chant that our eyes can open
wide enough the pulse quickens and we dance we
eat the brain and pray this celebration of old
skin a scattering of dust to the winds as the
blossoms fall screaming to consume you I feel
every flower that is the earth and sky your
cradle so is the way of forever the earth and sky
entomb you beatings in cold rooms teeming with
simple cruelties hands and head not found
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