Thousand-eyed, I spin : My skin dripping ::
Off me like pearlescent wax : In my cell ::
I slit the throats of the Choirboys of Anguish ::
I set the Flocks of Emergency free ::
Out of the coffin I leap : My skin like ::
A sheet of holes : The light pouring through ::
The holes like tar : Let the pearls of insurrection
Roll across the dead eye of God : I carve ::
The bleeding swan out of the ranks ::
Of my own electric flesh : Out of my own ::
Ivory breastbone : I am the relic of the new :: |
Ivory megaphone : I sky the reliquary, too ::
Of my own trick-flesh : Clouds of my moan ::
The bleedings want out of the bank ::
Enroll in the dead-eyed School of Dog : I, larvated ::
Three voles in tar : Let the pearls of an erect sun ::
A bleat of gaols : The kites snoring through ::
Out of the cough, in I creep : My grin a pike ::
I clot, a box of emergent seas on my knee ::
I omit the bloats of the cowboys of English ::
Scarf me like pear-luscious wax : In my knell ::
Thou-and-I, I spin : My seashell crippling ::
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