statues of dirty angels

tangential crossings
an inception of insurrection
in intersecting onset inertias
send fissures racing down
the supple spine of
scoliosis sentimentalities
all while the oroboros
mindlessly eats itself into
an eternity of enlongated angst

it looks as if it could snow
as i sit
staring at the cemetery
with filthy angels
watching over the broken teeth
in granite relapse
marking the lost souls
of a temporal anomaly sent adrift
on the wings of forever
recycling the agonies
a perpetual paralysis
cold fingers gripping tight
to the rancidification of thought
in a seizure of yesterday’s sigh

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