MY INTAGLIO, BROGUE, VISION
The way out of here is swirling before me, and now
I've lost a shoe and bottled my reserve. Get me an
oar for this rowboat. Now I can get away.
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In dreamtime, I was huge. I was holding my hands out
for others, perhaps for you, in the hopes of getting
followers. Words were tattooed on my palms - from
a Bible before there'd been a bible. Another tongue,
entire : 'emen maronecki duas ges fordie hauynge trop.'
The angel Moroni had called this 'the tripwire
language of God yet to come.'
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Memorize these endings and bring allegiance to the fore.
My intaglio, my own black pupils, my fevered eyes:
without the listing of angels and demons, there'd be
nothing left to separate. I already have your heart.
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