Stillness
Droplets of ultramarine pearl levitate
Hovering above my eyes like a spacecraft
Whispering alien melodic silk verses
Bourdain
One man who has taught the world
So much about itself
Connected the world in infinite ways
Saint Anthony
Postmodern Anthony, everyone’s rockstar
A writer exploring the unknown
If someone who’s seen nearly everything
In the world, chooses suicide
It should not a sin stigmatizing it further
Sick Muse
The broker whispers money is a sick muse
Cupid pull your little arrows out and let me live my life
We fuck knowing sick muses are beautiful
Amethyst Rays
Blaze through the stratosphere, ricocheting
Streaking down to this orb we call earth
This beatific orb of lithium, lava, and lilacs
Genocide Dream
Bizarre contorted catatonic black
bodies
Twisted into geometrical patterns
Frozen in ice, being put into
crematoriums
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