Blueberry gardens
SPREAD THE FIRE bringing the light
tearing passages deep, sinking in time
blinding the first eyes
A firestorm ravaging the fabric of time
sacrifice your sins, dive in high
A SKIN OF CHANGE veiling the past
not determined
(like his fickle sister, the future)
The moss is a velvet pillow
with a soul of dust
"WITH SWEAT AND BLOOD", the anti-serpent said,
taste of the vine of the dead
head the cosmic flashfires
see the music of burning plains
and smell the fear of gods
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