singing a song
that nobody knows
in the delicate
intricacies of doom
as time spirals in bits
between the street lights
in the unimaginable
burning of night
we are the invincible
we are the impossible
sweater-wearing nymphs
of the apocalypse
slow burning in the waters
which cage a hybrid variety
that is not inclined to live
but is to sick to die
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