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and here I am; adrift at sea
Are you afraid of me?
Incarnate, the formless deep
Leviathan, chaos’ gentle reed

Depart, re-parse the stars
A geometric mind set loose upon the social clusterfuck that is the human heart
The start? Twisting triangulation, handed angst now plotting welkin scars
Heaven stifled underneath the sea, seven sided shapes, the sinking specter Harmony

Tell me that you want to see me, cry
the stars that populate the sky
leak out, the salty atoms tear across the way, milk-white
the flesh that clothes my naked eye

In the morning doth the sun rise?
Or stand, a point in time
The turf furrowed under soggy supple soles
The anesthetic dew, numbing
You, tumbling on a frothy rock clothed in fog and atmospheric stew

Dwell, the misty morning
The atomistic spray, face stinging

The siren sings, hoist the sail the storm intrudes
Who are you?
Interlacing polygonal zoo,
Crystal splinters spewing every welkin hue,
Fuck the wicked soul enmesher,
Ne'er ship nor compass can traverse Sheol or Escher

Oh Orion, look so strong
Your sheath is hung so delicate below your arm, do you know or do no harm?
Scorpions and bulls may be mistaken of your charm;
With the sharply obtuse angle of your violent heart,
You cannot turn to beckon Neptune from afar;
So you depart.
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