Combustible I's in our eros
In the ear of the cosmos
Imagine crimes against being
Imagine pure means
Telepathy upside the head
Occult dialect the imaginal
Blows horns in your head
Kissed into other worldings
Identity nowhere but skin
Other times send us back
To what we've never been
Into the catch of being prior
Apocalypse isn't the end
Of anything, just a deepening
Interruption, futurisms like
Infinite priors in the solar
Wind of your riffing, alchemy
Reasons with an unreasonable
World, relieving the calculable
Of its alibis, powered by
Untold combination, by
Etymology and neologism.
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