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There is no seeming end
to the processional ritual of
violence enflamed.

Enflamed Procession

Enflamed Procession

Now, this inferno begs
my permission to float
surrepticiously from the
scene of the crimes;

As April combusts,
volatile and ignited by
an endless source of fuel:

These Aries’ bombed blasts ~

Vesta shouldering fires to our hearths.

I am starving for water.