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Isaace May 16
Totemic— the drowned **** rises from the blasted shore, linking the severed heads, the spinal cord and collections of scorn… proprietors of dread. The system of an occult religion, mocking pandemonium, replicates the ape inside Adam Kadmon. August is rising. One is placed on top of another. These are the severed heads.
I am
in a
swiney bead
of breast
when tines
are forgotten
with shrines
of cross
that torn
pages now
drift back
to whole
still pick
the seam
those dark
insignias entrust
the norm
A note on tires
lost in my mind Mar 2015
My Therapist said that I have abandonment issues,
says that I tend to idolize the people who leave me,
She says that I build shrines for those who leave,
and tombs for those who stay.

— The End —