mine :

this multi-

faceted face



behind the

conflated mask-

space: light-years


of oceans of eyes

floating; cavorting;

mourning; storming out


of the clay cave

of the hairless head

(still gem-forming)


and tri-secting—


skeletal embellish-

ments of angry trinity;

fractal dust deserts

furrow-sloping down


to precariously perch

their origins atop a full

round of ammunition—


a love-mouth begging to be opened;

a soul shell commanding to be filled


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