Inside the Ghost Volcano

With the body of a morbid hanging doll my aura burns by shifts by ambles by mirages by the sun in its primordial morass summoned from a spectral locust feast through electric bartering grammes living as if a spectrum had been transmogrified across the sum of exploded solar windows amidst motions of viral infamy of sudden discharge pontoons of magical lyncean sails above ships of pure vitrescence enthralled by empty Minoan game dogs debating oxygen as form debating menace as ideal as one listens to fire in dense eruptional gullet in hanging hydrogen mirrors so that each image is shifted back & forth between gales & the apparition of gales so that unicorns from Çatal Hüyük cease to condense as forms of the earth but take on the body of enigma as transparence as blackened meteor in abstraction the sun no longer quantified by strange calendrical posses but becomes balletic differential which ceases to quarrel with the magic of fragment as schism as mist as a power cast before oasis because the game dogs the unicorn mirrors spun as a wakeless ocular thirst as a conjured distance evolved from the force of a clarified activity like darkened water as shock as scale which looms as humidity then the eyes always focused as pleas for hushed exhibits