Heal Spell

He's reduced me to paranoia!

Somatic paranoia

Wound up with the matrix of

My personal Saturn

A Christ In The Throngs of Christs-Tangling

Over Not Nary A Thing But Death Itself Will They Even Touch A Hair On The Head Of My Children

That depth of protection

Terminally turns against my open breath

Through the care of the adipose

Fat overtakes strike upon bone

So that these black ringlets on the thick of my left hand's middle finger

Running on the phalanx base past the carpals and above the lower digital knuckle

Tell me in my night time slumber the woes of this day's light decayed

And I become ash

And the rust of us drops to phlegm

For no bone understands their piercing

Their burn by air nor their punk by time

Sinews do not recall even one battle of

Dribbled mucous and cracking blood

with the thunderous clouds of pollen felicity

amongst the collard-patched sandy yellowhills

Dusts they carry when their water is no more they do not even recognize

This bone in my brain I have

You gave though you didn't have

And baby, this bone feeds too

And on what? There is no knowledge.

Nothing but this whale,

Oh lord

There is no stretch or scrimmage ordained

Thought is illicitry

Speech is illicitry

Sobs as the asbestos does its work on it

The bright of two eyes cross Oolong glass cradled by suicide nets

to heat metal for warm tea to dip foam breadcrust

Africa finally breaks to feign spinal catastrophe

Where homo backs lock cold upon soil

Together we donkeying this stripped world

Shellshocked daddies canker our view

Waving hot bone of ox against dry bone of mammoth to assure that Aggliostrxo will remain parted from me

He and his Fresca face remain stone to me

And I actually got a bone where actual sense should be

Low in the human zoo

Fat overtakes strike upon bone

Blue for nothing but this whale, oh lord

Only the graven embrace of combs

Inlaid fancy in my iron chest's solemnity

Can stand to stand any of it

I bow my head and clasp my hands above this box

I whisper, Aggliostrxo, a wish that this cheat finds its way to you

As fanfare for the touch of our sorrows

Over which Urania-glow is to be in falters.