dying ravens claw out the heart of golden dawn
Denali’s frozen shadowy
face shouts storm clouds
as vultures
circle on high then fall down one-by-one lifeless
Runaway, runaground ships sink into seas,
rivers, lakes;
high trestles grumble through scaling rust
A demon stabs
paradise in the back as jabbering ceases
Poison gas ghosts crowd the upper
atmosphere
Clouds run like
pigs to evade sight with no one to see them
Scorpions, insects,
and snakes rule reversion continents
Seas teem with phantoms, fantastic seaweed,
and gurgling chimaeras
and all is
right in this world of transformed statelessness
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