treading on burnt scopolamine, diary in a rut
noxious blend of five and three
gravity burns its way through the nines
I prefer dangerous coronations
to lipid drones
caryatids under tyrannical sunlight
unbelievable graves, aligned with purple ripples
engage the trivial in combat
applied resonance, unfurling chops, crafted mannerisms
bleeding discrepancies
coiling into the underheart