as I escape tongues in venom
spitting image of a god the whirlpool
of god the tremor and flame
quiet as bath salts and I said I'm going
to eat your face but you didn't
believe me
lamb lambaste the asp
life is trying to bite through its paradigms
as I fly, on the wall
I see it all meld, the synthesis
of selves, worlds poor
trembling, in pain
I see what's left of the light for a moment
after it goes out
I suck out the poison in the dark
hoof it back to Noah's Ark
I'll brave the flood
alone
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