riveting of soul


the deathening silence, the over-arting stream of
blue dots, pale shards, crimson peals of tasteless

buds that pulsate and mortify: this is how regular
vision gets its irregular thrust and non-monotone

rhythm; the heathening silence, the over-balming
stream of blue dots, pale shards, crimson peals

of tasteless buds that mortate and pulsify: this is
then the riveting of soul and its firmamenting.

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