no breath of wind dissects the fireballs
a syncopated whirl of dust is to challenge
the jade conspiracy rolling away fossils and lust
against all odds of chastity


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"la pollution lumineuse" cheats the easter eggs
garmenting temple sacrifices in my fingers
a noctalis unveils the gallery of yellow projections
when logic and proportion have fallen sloppy dead


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inside-out queer pulsations often traced in l'ars thanea
nearby, the Standing Stones at Calanais
stuck in memorandum-garboil
beyond bone ashes, blood-bath and blue ruins
interlocking the centrifugal return to innocence
interferences diverted by the low-intensity fear
hallelujah icons, all erected, an anarchy of nocturne
non-musical noise of self-detachment
that must be watched away as grains upon a shore