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A cygnus

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saintedmad 21 Jul 2017 Tag: mojo 0 comments, leave your own..


white body, slender infinity, 
not yet human.
i might be.

i promise you,
the palest existence will be
         angels and deaths.

there are words and no words; killings.
brief. sparkling, they sound 
like the silence does when it's loud. . .

i have these hands.
they look like steeples when i stab them 
into the sun.
 
.enough.
how my female body revolts.
wild for everything.
hate for beautiful skies.
scimitars penetrating good.
ground into holy dark...

               i invent 
all the rudest blossoms.

i still sit in the gold 
dust of nothing i am 
now. the name of God escapes 

me.

i plan on velvet 
flesh.
hush 
your mockery.
this is just ordinary ritual.




























"Cygnus X-1 is a so-called stellar-mass black hole;
a class of black holes that comes from the collapse 
of a massive star. 
Her age is believed to be 5 million years old. 
She eats other stars around her."









Words: 150 / Updated: 25 Jul 2017 / © Copyright

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