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I
Behold
the paradise
brigadoon
shangrala
Behold
the sacred valley
the embattled valley
the valley
of the people
Gaze into
the terrible brown heavens
adorned with white bio-tech ribbons
cris-crossing
cris-crossing cris-crossing
cris-crossing
the unholy matrix
of malignant parallelograms
The magnificent vortex
expanding contracting
contracting expanding
dispersion
dispersion dispersion
dispersion
what deceitful perverse foul delight
II
Sweet gentle twilight
loving spattered stars
twinkling shining
through sacred
blissful night
Flash
flash flash
flash
plosion
replosion
explosion
implosion
wizards of the night
Red tortured skies
northern lights
northern lights in the east
northern lights in the south
northern lights in the west
so now it is called
solarized flaring
Flash
flash flash
flash
monstrous shadows
fill the night
Zhdt
zhdt zhdt
zhdt
we will call it lightning
in a cloudless night
Wind
wind wind
wind
sucking clutching
draining strength and might
Wind
wind wind
wind
howling with respite
Trickle
trickle trickle
trickle
ammonia rain
vinegar stain
nostrils shrinking tight
Green slime rivers
churn and simmer
life stretching thinner
within the ionic wake
Life growing dimmer
mold growing thicker
less brilliant glimmer
beneath our festering lake
Glorious snow
purifying snow
glowing violently violet
radiantly tortured
by once sanctified moonlight
Fuzzy grey
feathered fingers
winking air borne termites
of the night
vile mutating
creeping fungus
lurking beneath
the shivering white
Stinging air
gasping breath
acid swollen throats
gurgling long
ragged sighs
antibiotic gloats
Tepid molten streams
yellow green
gray blue
brown red
oozing fomenting
lamenting within
undergrounded
festering dread
Coughing sputtering
red eyed children
whining raving
aching wasting
lying within
feverished beds
III
Cut
cut cut
cut
splice
splice splice
splice
and still more
vile venomous viruses
strangling struggling life
What potential
what power
what clever
clinging ever
this little known
bio-ion
ick
device
Enter the grand
wise old sorcerers
snickering giggling
at crumbling bread
Numbing feelings
shrinking charkas
lurking smirking
at the dying dead
Unspoken curse
of paranoia
making hard
unrestful bed
Imprisoned within
little tin coffins
customized booths
of imploding dread
Ignorant perverse
grand old sorcerers
fearful of the light
Ignorant perverse
grand old sorcerers
subverting
truth and light
IV
Power to
these grand old sorcerers
let them have their day
let them grow their rotting harvest
let the mischievous children play
As they scurry to underground caverns
enshrouded in endless night
bless them for our crucifixion
for thus returns our light
With grand glorious resurrection
the earth the sun renewed
in the end when they are finished
it is themselves they’ve screwed
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