a spine picked clean to a skull with hair
with nothing in between
the Night to night
on whitened teeth
Sewn into the cloth of memory
with all of our agents underground
there must be news someway somehow
this ghost of heaven have ascended
into the night
fallen angels, and evil labels
tricked for the flight
Blue smoke from a flap of wings.
On the walls of the christening
Outside fakir fireflies
rose to the sky
inside tiger appetites
ready to the bite
all who come into this world
will lift the veil, unfurl the curtain
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