Sunday, March 10, 2019

the cemetery gates close, 
the skeleton people dance
the skull fuck king drinks his wine and
locates the last chance
it was not just hidden in his head
the secret penetration
neither written in the stars or sands
but present in all creation
rejoice, reclaim, reborn again
the cries of the dead
resound out into the prism of night
and will be heard as laughter instead.

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