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as if you could break this
ridicule and mistake this
for one micron less than time-refined straight bliss

through eons forged
in the furnace of sun's cores
never diminished by venomous scorn
not once deterred by your profane contempt
propagated in deserts like afghani's hemp,
in all of the places you disdain to search
the outcast who harvests from heaven and earth

the immortal nectar

before my eyelids separate
i see you
an imprint
of your face
inked with golden fire
it is hard to shake it
like an afterimage
of the sun
anything i see afterword
is outshined
and it seems a weak, pale shadow
my days are framed
as i try and chart your passage
here and there

let your grip sip

as i drip this

living circuits encrypt this

so witness