Sell Ebra Tee!
the starlight is poisoned. our blank slates undulate bones & meat. dynamic spectral simians with semi-automatic REVELATION mechanisms. now buried in your fear. to renew a gOd whose trackmarks multiply the angels.
loops collapse into centers. gods
is turned away
“I would rain the pity of thirsty eyes,” generic Immanuel. subjected. to a day in the pit & nights wandering the barren plains of his metaphoric king. who dines in solitude on our prayers.
and there this angel
mirrored in its isOlation
flies into the sun