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Wasted theourgia
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Wasted theourgia
I constructed concave icons
The consecrated
took it forever
to spiral outwards tongue-knitted eights
to avoid the dentoid void
under sinking muzzles
I brought ambrosia
like Moses
I amassed a masculine manna
to gloss amongst those alms doses
In liveable conclaves
I laved their feet
with waves of livelong lava
I gave their ventricles velvet valves
for the voracious unvoiced vaults
I vowed to auscult their owlish words
\"aidios kata chronon\"
- none pledged allegiance-
they just genuflected
to let themselves loose downwards
on a sinusoidal, anthropo-morphosing chord.
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