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Proserpine
The essence of comfort is interchangable with saftey, just as deuces
and death interchange blood-blistered faces and stonewall facades.
(Prudence is of no value when inside of ketotic uteri:
like obsolete weapons fighting absolustist prophecies,
the moon caught in orbit is of no threat to the body holding it.)
When blood spills on the bricks of an exposé, made frail by Eucharistic dreams,
they share communion with cups of vermillion, overflowing with the crimson of holy sheep.
Pathology holds a cup high in remembrance of a consecrated skinning and bleeding;
(Ares, Zeues and Hermes incestuously birthing a bastard version of Eros,
for whom love and war hold hands and salivate on peaceful rapture.)
a toast to weak will and total ignorance,
consecrated by a Greek flatline doctrine, installed by Romanic die-cast molds.
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