The Earth, Moon & Sun
Orbit my floating body

A drop of water
Assimilating the Moon
Its surface
Purple
Filled with malice
Appear to shimmer
At the sound of my voice

Ling-Ch'ih
Death by a thousand cuts

A young boy cries out
Letting his insides fall
From his stomach
And onto the cold, stone columns
Of the causeway

Mother cooks breakfast
Knee deep in Ocean water
Eggs over-easy

My awakened state
Exudes

A chateau
On the dark side of the moon

Slobbering with wires
Taking away our ears
Beheading our women
With swords
Made of dark matter