• Feathered lines greet blind paper
    Thick black pools form empty rooms
    With shadow rivers dug by hand
    And bent to sweet sweat.

    Sickened by the the strikes oftime,
    And glyphs of rotting sinew,
    Sticking lies of yellow spies
    Hold strange hues of blue

    Five worlds of towering mud
    pray to limits, like dove's blue blood.
    Their Berqa's flowing size gathers full
    With rolling peach pit eyes

    The flies above, silver-lined and dumb,
    Are blind to the mood of flesh
    As they circle the stainless corrifors
    Arched with peddled ponies

    Bridges lead to the black pearls,
    Swirling ghettos of malignant dreams,
    That cage the slothing freedom
    That is part cafeteria