iqmagi

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~