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it has craned its helixed neck
and found cellular towns on the horizon
to move over like dark clouds of fury,
madness, the storms of ageless transgression.

microinhabitants, eyes to the thunderheads
with curious wonder, electric thought
betrayed by electric non-thought,
it spreads its phobia over your town
and the world becomes born again
in a new and confusing light.

aerial onslaught from new heaven,
tongues hang loose and dumb
and spines curve crazed and confused
in retaliation of this inner world circus.

encephalitic nation depraved and wild,
fear the water and turn inward the flight
from self, dig deep the chasm of your terrible heart,
beating fast now slow, fast now slow,
your small soul has failed to reach that space
between the inevitable and the impossible,
and it has torn itself writhing
from out your mortal trappings,
consumed by a fire ancient and ethereal
and issuing soundless columns of smoke
into the skyline of your first home.

you were born with this,
it lay dormant in your temporal attic
until some agent with red arms
came crawling through the trap door,
bearing flowers and a black tongue,
his cerebral dialect paralytic
and much like a childhood night terror,
your estate is now possessed
by this transient reaper of wasted life.

-S.C. Martinez