.......

sartyr cellular

secular sexular

you love her, but will never

hear from her or her Eckz-Raie

ever again

for it is i who knocks

upon the newborn's barn door

on broad's Godway -

burying barriers unbeknownst,

and belongings where they

belong: basemently betwixt

and unbegotten . . .

i constellate;

seeing evermore

than i've ever

yearned for

(save the neverglades,

shoulderblades)

after schlepping

the many mangled cameras

that i have mangled myself

up into the eagle room

and into the sky barrier

for the sunstroken

pariah's sky burial

who has come along

panging rage and

holding his prick

by the pincer

in the soft shell

garden gazebo

of the underworld -

a ramshackle reservoir

where one must remain

exercising his

stature muchly,

killswitch

or killjoy,

as even in onement

each and every

dragonfly flying

quells castings

to caste away the

qliphothic (evilness)

and gabor (godliness)

as dearly and nearly as

any rubric or rude bitch

wanted too;

splashing strata

slender and

unreachable and

impossibly close

inside of the clouds and