Wide bright caissons grind through
A capillary, and crawling waver.
Rommel's warriors are burdened, bent
And blackened, crashing headlong
In the heat, curling with
Nausea, collapsing, shatters.
And we inhale ashes in
The silence on a
Sea of Earth's moon. We
Are one plus one, and
One again, and so until...
And then?
Rave, until then
Rave. Stretch you heretic, you
Sinews, you bag of bones, you
Pop and snap, claws outstretched
Infusing the moonlight.
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