Soggy aspect of Cthulhu
Limp on my plate—
I stir your sleeping tentacles
Plump with hoisin sauce and doom.
July 21, 2012
Into the pearled ellipsis of night withers
Your bright corolla’s flesh strung
Like clutches of tinsel spangling
Daylight’s watery arc.
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Your bright corolla’s flesh strung
Like clutches of tinsel spangling
Daylight’s watery arc.
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July 4, 2012
The tree on Enceladus—
In your slow winter’s dream
I, pining for the warmth that buries life,
Cannot much longer stay.
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In your slow winter’s dream
I, pining for the warmth that buries life,
Cannot much longer stay.
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