Molding Shapes with Geometrical Crystal Amalgamations of Flatlined Theory

There will be blood
so acquire the taste
it’s from the veins
left out and spoiled
with the truth on edge
come fading forward
preserved in truth
just let it flow
The Tao is future
crossed with the past
a bag of nails
with silver lining
Who sold their soul?
Who tempted passion?
Up on the mountain
looking out over
cathedral bells
ringing crass with clovers
poison ivy kisses
ringworm dreamscape
lucid lily target center
blackout canopy kill shot
the cancer and the kilowatt
stuck deep in the socket
tuned to forks and failure
fascinate the frenzy
aloe vera wound salve
cut up and stuck to plaster
the board is caving inward
ancient lies are breathing
air back into lungs
donkey kick to the chest
ribcage pork belly stuffing
dripping from an open mouth
with plastic value derivatives
splattered on the floor
yellow tape illusions
quarantine the center
it wasn’t built to hold
Batten down the hatches
though it won’t help at all
hide out in the stall
duck and cover symphony
star dusk broken meteor
showers across the skyline
but that makes too much sense
so fuck it off
Brass knuckle theory
to the temple
with a template
coded in DOS awareness
sold short on the market
food truck raving madness
twisted under tires
black tar forest thimbles
rabbit sucking marrow
drowning down the hole
dirt nap fever dreaming
suck face lucid strikeout
The point of the story is
the dragon always wins
chase the doggie tail
bite the hand that feeds
ride the bucking bull
smashed into the wall
with wild laughter
the clown is violent
A summoned jester
steps into the King’s court
acts the part of a fool
slips out with the Royal Jewels
turquoise and diamonds
a hidden wasteland
sucked deep in poison
quicksand loves struggle
getting sick kicks
with passion held at gunpoint
hover in the midriff
cotton candy cover
clouds piss cheap wine and vinegar
lazy eye lofted high
stares down the precipitation
modified fructose chaos bringer
raining down in harsh waves
with calcified ruminations
stockpile vast horizons
Horus has the best bet
laying down the snake eyes
whirlpool of slanted figures
twisting through the wind
coughing up the whatever
it doesn’t even matter
it’s all sold out in spades
after losing heart
in the bliss of ignorance
a willful innocence
not quite childlike
in the garden
with a tree spiking the fruit
and a serpent selling the soul
at four-to-one odds
in a pinch
when it hurts the most
Blistered skin
the damage of the drainpipe
thrown off the shackled leverage
and laid in a rose field
with poppies popping
pulsating freeze route
ice trucker meltdown
harsh river Jesus
Big Buddha shaking
cancel the Eagle
flight pattern fallout
it comes home to roost
on soiled eggs
in the madness
of the change
as it shapes out

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