a decadent sundae

brain cue,

body on auto:

now come sit here, dear sickly sweet

reflect on mirror your Creator’s life force light

where your artless façade will soon transform The Course of Empire

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take up your sword, draw it close

slowmo into your rush-relief produced by freshly stabbed skin

in-and-out with morse-code orchestration

until the word is out

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now stare down that bloody derangement

as you all well know

and rise up once more,

pancake.

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inspired by “all write, all write, all write” , protectors shucking barnacles, and Jesus (just in time)