Insolvent breath of cackling
nascamur et fecundal steps
dragging a limp ore along
with the yellow disbelief
as leather dries like a birch
stone.
Maudelin tarps ripe with the
stink of beetle wings, bottle
flies, the trunk of Hades.
Reaching unto entropic
catacombs of Nyx.
~S~
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