I glow hot dust in vaunted byways of time;
Sing, fly my crashed divinity, to lonely mountain highs
Stray-syllabled tambourines, washed up on salty oceans
I pull, push, grasp at life, while swayed by false emotions
Human to the core, I machine-wave fickle brain;
Photographic ironies of the soul, forgotten brave
Breathe through scorching lungs, the holy sensate gases
Colder still the epitaphs, of anomalous trespasses
Muscles unhinged, and eyes stealing light from day
Derail the tongue's perimeters, with words we'll never say.
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