Silicon Gothic
Hallowed flesh of the copper tomb, burned of all its earthly wires: saraband of silicon vapor.
fallacantastopian faedream: pileious repositioning somaticortical conditioning
mossy palm upturned purple iodine lips vertebrae a schizo-phreno-formalda-fantasia
in Her Sinfinite Blissdom's seersucker carriage: rotten is the wood and wooden are the wheels, zephyr of night lays its finger on satin and rosemary for this is the minute 22:02 of burning invocation, metemerosis, and the everending passion of the superblime, when
every flower is a wheel and every wheel a carriage. For this, the hour circumcised, the pious man belabors.
Leave your blue boots in the corner. Jaundiced moon, watch Autumn's shades while we dip and gallowbirds ask where we have gone while we dip and when the lake freezes won't find us here behind the trees but your blue boots and will know to remember you.
Knifepoint in elbow: Principle of pith: The only command minted in copper breath:
Shudderandfall of fruit for juniper palates.
If ever I'll seek But if I'm after after out starlight I'm searching maple your embrace, on a lake, for your soul, leaves of gold.