Feel the mortality
in the ashen air
Greyland reaches
dystopian daytmare
Holes open
across geography
unknown
Sprouting
black flowers of skin
to be grown
Burning cirrus
Burning cirrus
Sigils of silent gods
saturnalian architecture
No connection
to a trodden ground
that is impure
Gears of rose,
colored marble
Work the universe
and turn the wheels
of hyaline above us
Burning cirrus
Burning cirrus