Dearest Octavius, Oct 16, 2018

my heart is a comet
around the binary star system Janus
everything i taste flavored of war
crackling plasma white like mint cream filling
my zealots, whom i brought up from foundlings
preach fiery death on an ancient world
pride and doom equivalent, in the dust
even planets that find each other before the face of God
will be adrift, scarred by their approach
the sprig turns bitter on my tongue
as dreams of spacetime coincidence
of belts stretched around,
the seahorse space between dancing smokelike,
spin wildly away, in unstable orbits
shedding ice or molten metal

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Dearest Octavius,

links to:
- this unlight mantis creeps
- where the stars do drown

linked from:
- irrorate
- the lake around which are a thousand tiny fires
- The Last Will and Testament of Alturus Portwick
- What time do you call this, then?

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