Singing in The Fire ✅

Caught like a fish,
down your wishing
well pants

mining for body parts, 
treasures 
in the tameless.

Holy hellions,
angelic pleasures -
alighting
alighting 

fishes biting, 
skully wags and skidmarks
vitals fresh 
in bloom.

Restless masks 
of Venus, 
tyranny scattered 
in the divine 

pineal body
of the shadowy 
and the sublime. 

Bee wilder’d  
by the fairy tarry parry Larrys -
the wind milling 
sank u warys

the timeless 
the borderless -
damnation alley
singing in the fire,

dangling on a bridge 
beside a rope -
to jump, jump
into the waters below

and be caught like a fish
waiting for the call -
A sleeping groan,
beside her phone

where tire hit the tree:
A stygian mining rootstocks, 
a maze to my oblivion...
rumbling like the sea

succumbing 
to its treasure hunt,
wing clipped 
like a bee.

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