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MOLOCH! Did you see a poor soldier lamenting?

MOLOCH! Go fuck yourself with production!

Don't tell me, with this-that-them theory

with your pre-written history

"That painted poetry song

thats protest against our

established aesthetic in craft."

when its your institution

and it dont feed me nothing but ghosts!

You're in my eyes!

Cant you see

I know your place?

You who maintain the filter that pollutes the rivers!

Words weep what how when I need to

signposts collide with senses

visionary now carved, not evolution art

mimicry of my mother/father poets

birds bats babes of the abyss

bricks of the pantheon together

cats too and mother dingo

we conspire, blood singing

and tearing our clothes off

consuming our self, this self

also spitting out flesh of patron saints.

HOLY! HOLY! HOLY! Is our visionary poetry!

So go fuck yourself with your sensible

traditions of work and death and hero

(who is martyr you need for routine)

and progressive style-theories of silence!

~ Audry Autonomy 20/4/2011/666

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