"WING-CLIPPED GRIFFINS FALL FROM THE FIRE IN THE SKY"

a pregnant sun, oedemic rainbow, the sky has dropsy...

the constipated ouroborous died -
a star got stuck in its belly !

obscured by storms of crickets
is the carcass suspended in the sky

the confusing aesthetic of cadaveric rot
sinks into the human psyche
like a rock in the sea

wing-clipped griffins fall from the fire in the sky

mustardgas molests the warm wind of love

the stench of foreboding and insomnia
envelopes the rotting monolith

charlatans and opportunists
make haste to explore and exploit
but are struck instead
with its fatal radiant properties