Stare into the void

& the void stares back.
glittering, malicious, achlysian darkness
comets of ivory swallows
dovetailing through the night
slivers of sword shrapnel like stars
only spitting distance away
oblating what defines them
to please—
the massacre draped
in funeral black.

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false god, testify:
will you lead me?

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petals in the iapyx wind
rough stone altar
blood turning viridian grass scarlet—

the holy trinity of dying
for the golden calf.