Animals communicate by magic
Just listen to
Our fucking din
Each painful lumbering
Syllable 
Like our ugly
Bristling hides
Quick or Slow
Into the grave
We follow our words 
Tripping and stumbling
On telephone wires
Receivers and Dials
Shaved of emotion
Twin bladed sentences
Carnival usefulness
Empty Apocalypse
This journey’s a
Black one 
We’re amputees
Restless
For numb petty pleasure
And mouldy sin
Swinging
Raising our arms
With impeccable
Willing
The horror’s a
Bad one
The Trinitys 
Plus one
A spectre that’s
Gawping
And probably spying
We all are on schedule
Priest sign 
Mimeography
Dim or Translucent
Something to fall on
Elliptical distance
Protective Avoidance
Patients reactive
Or horse backed
Olympic
With cocks into cunts
Sucking gilt lipped
Obsession
And tying off gently
To record your
Own fucking
Your own dirty embers
The water filled chambers
A quick change assistant
A cut cord assistance
House building hearing
The site is in Ruins
Attacked at the Temples

It was burning this morning
It is burning this morning.

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