the fish swims backwards into d̵̨͔͕̎̇̄̚ẹ̶̅̑͌͋̒̐͜͝c̷̢̞̳͈̠͖̽͗̍̾̊̀̉a̵͕͍̩̝͕̹̼͐̄̈́̓y̵̦̬̓
through the last of the stars
into the deep night

so

into the deep night we run,

over the fire we feast and we sing
and we speak and we form, yet

the night is long, the night is long
the night is long, the night is

long,

dark—

the night is

d̶̢̛̛̯̱̬̤̦̼͛̎̄̓̊̿̈́͊͘͝è̵̛̛̺̥̺͈̤͉̠̬̺̹̲̣͈͆̀̅̌̎͛̾̈̃͠͝e̴̢̞̗̥̫͔͔̘̰̣̲͐͆́̊͋̅͊̓͗̿̂͋͒͠p̶͕̯̫̬͍͚̫̓͊́͐̽͜

now eat

the fire
now eat

the eye
now eat

the grass
now eat

death and

build me an idol of trees and skins
and one of rock and stone
and one of bronze and silver
and one of gold and gold
and one of silicon and lightning;

to learn to
fear
—
to fear to
learn

OH PAINTER USE BLOOD

for the canvas is dry
and pale as the sand

use blood, more b̶̡̰̼̟̰̀̅l̸̨̪͎͓̰̉̏o̴̤̤̦̳̖͊͘͝ơ̴̩̺͓̦̂̕͜d̵̡̲͇̮͐

more blood

more,

for a crisp and lonely standard
that will snap high in the wind

tied to the stern of the ship
that sails the fathomless seas
and seeks the entropics;

for when we arrive
we shall drink down the neon
and noble gases
will be needled into our ş̷̖̱͕͐̈́̓̀k̶̨̗̤̈́͒͐̄͠ͅi̴͇̞͚̓͛n̴̘̟̝̦̓̒

as the choir sings free, free to

̶̷̴̷̤͉͖͎̙̙̣̹̭̖̀̿͗̀̍̀̀̀͊̀̕̚͜͠_̶̲̔͋̎ *

They are here. Run.

* ̶̷̶̸̡̢̛̺̺̙̫̞͇̦̮̟̬̲̦̻͍͇͉̘̖͇͉̪̠͇͕͚̪̦͚͍̙͑̓͗̽̒͋̃̓̃̅̄̾͐̃̈́͗͘̕͝

caldera, volcano, ocean, storm
smoked and smoked again the air so thick
to stop and think
let us study at the salt water,
all of it

and the highest tides that fill our flesh…

but how fortunate, this thread

how eyes, wide open to look upwards
into the deep of the deep of

the deep n̴̮̯̉͐̏i̷̩̿̒g̵̜͕͖͗̿͝h̷̞̀ṫ̸̞̅,

there—scintillation

as the fish turns, travails
over and across the rot
into liminal light

as the painter slowly packs to move
and pass this way
with a wink and a nod

are you watching?

one by one by one by one

the very last of the roaring

ș̵̡̺͉̟̲̹̜̤̘̤͙̻̬̪̙͙̃͐͆̋̋͒͂̎̈́͑͜͝t̶̡̛͍͍͎̠̰͍̖͉̝͕̗̜͍̱͖͚̖̱̻͈̟͙͈͔̑̽̓̊̽̈́̏̔̐̈́̐̾̔͘ͅẳ̴̢̢̧̨̛͚̬̠͖͓̝͈̳̫̖̘͈̞̞̻͔̗̙̻̜͙̓̔̃̐̌͛̆̍̈́̓̊̀̏̉̏́̑͑̚͘̚͜ͅŗ̴͍̙̫̺̥̮̹͖̘͙̾͐͂͋̽͋̈̋̈́͘͘͜͜ś̴̡͖̻̣̳̺͔̬̣̞̆̆̎͛̇̐͐̉̑̆̉͊̆̈́̆̽̍̅̿̽̕̕

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