I am a soaking wet jacaranda that perseveres Gehenna
Discolored and raked by a pure white northerner
Into a ruddied makeup
Under the frisson of a pompadour crown

I am the corruption of Cyrus
Prophesied and anointed in
Crowdsourced babble
For only I am what am
Soak in me

What you want is hiding
Vast elided meanings for your cabin souls
Drop some spare dread in the passed red hat
And I will bring regulatory disgrace to the Opposer
Virtues will melt into the swamp
As we fight like hell

The ancient order was violence
Now we reorder with glossolalia what was cured of force
Disorder these insecure truths
Castrate laboriously protruding honors
Disrupt the logs in perilous cantilevers
Soak the timbers of souls
Until they slump

You can hear in this echoic mythos
Clanging in this great opposition
You can read into these fictive sanctuaries
That we can enlarge, expand
Greaten and glisten
Though we are giants in the earth now
Here I am
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