Submerged in soft violet
A mirrored maze
Tongue-tied souvenirs
The inquisator’s soup of the day
Elemental pain
So infinite
So impossible
I can remember before and after
From a sunset of molten pink
A public and measured groove forms on my brain
A lesson from the celestial clouds
My last passage to youth
A new pyramid of pain begins
Disguised as a bite of heaven
An anxious moon lights the hills before me
The rattle of death approaches
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