After the great Diaspora of the citizens of the land of barren longing,
none remain but Earth, and Sky, and their Madness.
Earth wrapped pear-shaped in whale-bone corset,
inching closer to hourglass extinction,
rose crèmes and wine for wheat and water.
Sky dimming, diaphanous on down pillows,
refusing form or flight, tempestuous
bird cries breaking free like bourbon over ice.
Madness hovering gently over them like a canopy,
whirling thick, full of forfeited knowingness,
clenched heart barking damning decrees:
Join the moonlight blood-hunt!
Accept the bow of lost consequence!
Devour with pearly teeth lupine love!
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