By Jack Brummet
We
confound fluorescent witches near the virgin
The fun has died
Dark and glowing beyond the sea
You pull lustful devils below
And grind blue demons against the sky
Awaken, awaken! The evil was good:
Unsure, silent on the edge of the world
Down streets where
guests
Look for landmarks while the snow falls
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