Mouth hangs open in exhaustion/
Hangs open and
engulfed in surprise a stream of molten lava oozes out/
Onion eyes ripe for golden harvest/
A wildfire/
At the
gates someone speaks in gibberish/
Pointing and
pointing into the sky as if they are holding a pistol in
their nonkilling hand/
the mind has zero collaboration
at this fine point to kill anything/
except itself/
The lava
is too hot for the pistol/
Flames whip through bones and
eyes become glass/
Jewels in a crown worn by a
cannibal/
Or so the headlines read/
Pointing in surprise
someone oozes/
In gibberish the mind is too hot/
Hangs
open like a cannibal/
Exhaustion in their nonkilling
mouth/
Golden eyes engulfed and fine/
Jewels in a
molten stream/
In a stream of exhaustion/
Flames worn
in a hand of glass/
The hand hangs/ Speaks in gates/
A
cannibal sky points golden pistol hands into the
engulfed mind.