Titikaka
By Dan Ryder
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The rapture is a slow and atronious thing performed by
a bleating earth whose sores are unclear in substance.
Ambling limbs pull spines downward, mankind wilts like a flower,
looking no longer to the horizon but upon the ambulus feet as they
stride perpetually onward, toward a nirvana of pickled dust
and upturned horse-shoe waterfalls.
Sterile and ungestated; rotating on a extra dimensional baggage carousel,
the stymied prayers of fools are studied and manipulated,
are directed and blindly follow...
masters without people drink the blood of plundered fiefdoms
and everywhere the wretched ply their self pity upon one another
as they exchange abstract glimpses of the unnamed and toxic burden
they each bare in life.
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