my heart rhythms like a snare drum
in flames my body is
smoulder that liquesces
into you the sky is a famished
mouth that moans the misgivings
through dog's oesophagus
stars shriek as they descent
to sands the colour of rancour
& on the walls of the museum
our shadows wind & twist
like two serpents twirling to the death
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