“The Black Impossible”

Muffled in spacious buildings
glowed suicide bridges
arched their way up
gas and bones
to the fool within
the free hand, the roar
stark orange halls

their voices carried westward
on echoing aluminum birds
distant steel marauders
on white circling ships
of sun
utterly nebulous
under burning crosses

and so across the result, the morning sky
footprints of death
the tiny buildings in distance
on ripped flesh vessels
we dive
into
the black
impossible

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