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A menacing mind distills the time;
In him I watched monsters envelope the world--
Lecherous things that made wings and flew forth;
Long winding tentacles
Yielding tantalizing spectacles of counterfeit creations.
So familiar were the resulting reds to the old world green
I’d never dreamed,
I was unmoved, growing apart at the seams in the storm;
Unthwarted by the end not distorted but pursued,
As the oozing red strands stretched to pull the world back into view.

Some complain for they are forced,
Scratching hands that despise the glutinous crime below.
One by one he devours their precious time, until all voices go
hungry and die away in sun or snow;
and within the crimson mess I unwind
The cloth of the temptress's dress, and find
Ventricles, peeled to fleshy thoughts of fact
Which tell of the hope all lack, or their inability to put order back,

Or the horror.
Now mere half-love, only half known hearts can feel;
Adjusting eyes to the small ecstasy the sight of nakedness reveals,
we see.
The mind that rules invokes the haze that plagues the pallid sky,
and after ages follows silence:
choosing to snooze in the high of devastation
with temptation, whose glowing gown has fallen to the floor.
And as she shudders for its material comfort,
We cling to it and cannot more.