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Celestial Migration

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RancidToxicity

Published: Feb 23, 2013

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I tumble on rubbery legs
Drunk on the world.

Exuberant stars dangle from my ears,
Fiery pendulums
Brushing red boils across my skin.

I fancy myself a Queen among women,
Traipsing coquettishly, a conqueror
Over uneven streets.

The impetuous sun
Spins at the touch
Of my fingertips.

Heat clasps my ankles
Slithers up bronze legs
Seeks what man cowers from.

Brittle wings are swallowed by hates' maw,
A blue whale grasping for satiety,
Feathers coil and wither,
Papery parchment crumbles over the Aegean sea.

Translucent, mocking, the sky plummets
Scatters like diamonds
Beneath the celestial sphere.

My heart consists of
Withered orchid petals
Trembling beneath Helios’ breath.

My tongue is laden with Nutmeg
Have the Queen’s words
Throttled your impatient courage?

Give me a swing of
That bottle of acrid serenity

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I've had this written for close to a week...or two. It's had major changes since the first piece and personally I'm fairly proud of this one. I feel it needs more work. A sculpture never feels quite finished right?

By the way. Played Amnesia. Two words: Holy Fuck.

Great game, even better with the lights off.

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