wyreth

face closed shut it down features rubbed out, one by one then cut all the rest away remains pasted into rows line 'em up cauterized & relinquished identically bereft brazen oubliettes raised from the snows knock it off transients from amnestic cathexes bearing voluminous complexions a waste to know

once god, now sod in a garden of weeds the spiders in the vines have unforgivable needs bones broke, then smoked sulfur's haze is staining it's only all the marrow of a planet draining both mineral & cannibal clay golem in fields awry while Odin, hanging in the vines, chews his eye oh... what we have seen... now swallow the eye swallow the eye swallow the eye...