it is only
in that darkness
unburdened
by the sun’s insistence
when the vilest
of creatures vanish
do we assemble
in legions
of hypnagogic afterthought
to worship our liege
of argent gloaming
like romans
in their own day
we take
to excess
to banish the dross
of existential blowoff
which echoes in these chambers
of mitochondrial horror
with implore aimed
at staying all tomorrows
whilst stranded
in the dregs
of yesterday
with implore aimed
at staying all tomorrows
whilst stranded
in the dregs
of yesterday
amazing juxtaposition of thought here… love it! 🙂
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I am eager to discuss “mitochondrial horror” with you. Very provocative and interesting image.
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