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By Adam Nagy
The caged warm body, a stillborn nomad
Warping like carrion
Held prisoner by unmerciful hallucinations
Toothless and dancing
Counting sheep and slipping the noose
while the veil of melancholia emancipates the void.
the fragile Gemini observes all
with weak flesh and lambs' breath,
adoration for none but the moth that kisses the burning crown with liquid fire contempt.
They ignore one another
yet remain mindful of their colonies collapsing within the seven invisible walls,
silent in their mutual amusement.
the caged warm body, the stillborn nomad dreams of mournful goodbyes never spoken,
of primitive beasts creeping against the dawn,
blanketing the acres,
celebrating like liberated peasants.
On the horizon,
the flower of the Apocalypse presents its petals
as the sky begins to scream.