The Human Province

Strange flower of boredom protruding from my skull / an old indolent worm. through the veil of reason, the imperceptible perforating the doxa

Netherworld-ing a foreigner, I
Ride a steel horse. sing about water, sing about water
I keep your image sacred until it cleaves in two

I've acquired your language: quote apocalypse refrains, carve the face of your god

An aesthetic falters. put your skin over my skin. there is no wolf like meaning

Overworlding a crowded mirror
Hear the pulse squirm, "sing without water, sing without water."
Holy ghosting / imposing presence
A human province dead in the water
Dead in the water
I keep your image sacred until it cleaves in two