Modus Strigendi

Twinned sapphire flame
Pouring molten gold rage
Down an ice-sculptured profile

Breathe in, breathe out
Inside the swirling mist walls
A stalking presence, brooding machination

The roiling subconscious within,
Surging miasma chaos dance
Of the gray-toned grown-up world

Elegant satin-fingered massage
Of excess electron debris-
Spinning silver-skein genesis

Tenuous belief thread
Of sharpened-point generousity
Piercing blood-bond deep

With a predator gaze
Beneath the still-water surface
Smirking superiority

-It's a present.




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