Those you tortured
Sleep in the sun
Like bundles of pure fire
Like metallic stars
That move about
In the convection of heat
You are a dark overlord
Rolled up in white ice
With the impossible cold fires
Of the present reaction
Those who bow down before you
Are pierced by sharp stones
And from their wounds
Bubbles leave into suspension
Each captive body is a slave’s disbelief
In the aura of control
A million bright mice
Glowing with crystal light
Fill the loyal prison
Of you sweaty apparition
As you cry out
To the hollow of the night
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