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Memento Mori
This torrid cold is gilding clay.
Horizon scorched
by a smiling gold.
Bleeds the earth
into gelded brays
of frozen pain.
Emptied urns
have turned to burn
this clash of wills
into slashing walls.
A slithered sniffing
blood at length
for divergent flesh
‘til winter's end.
I’ll ease a cloak
of flame within
your plight of peeling
time reprieve.
Where the white winds
croak on a tick of heads
I skin to the dark
from beyond your torch.
I stand to sand
with a bronzing hand.
Dirk to the earth
with a spurt
& smiles
when it's raining gates
through pleading eyes.
Hook & spray
on a braze of chains.
Dripping spikes
into sliding shaft
down the hawking stalk
of a scarlet crawl.
Finished in grey
to an upturned lay.
A sidelong glance
that whets your walls
will forge your throat
to my wailing skies.
A gawking grandstand
crimsons clay.
A torrid smile in molten place.
Horizons torch
my dripping eyes.
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