Solid fire out of my eyes,
mixing words that shall burn out
or scars on my skin dark and white
paint an aery design.

To marry death to live with her
to see the sea deep in the womb,
pyre of spheres around the orb
revolving there without a sound.

You have a heart of diamond made
the mixture of what was just said
arises wings on backs of bones
skeletons walking down the halls.

The worshipness of one’s own mind
should lead you to be blind
in this narrowness of the shrine
just to resign.

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