durain

in its cauldron of broken call drones
all is light and horses, one doctor,
arcturis, sere ut craw stuck to lack,
narred by luck and the culling ausnor

at end of neck
is orb

orb overflowing
wings

new sigiliads

broken cauldrons
of cold ruins

warm friends
those simmering faces
those spreading and wolfic blasts
bleary like a turban mandible craft's
hovering interstitial victual

orange cube tree
revealing glass thread hyper-pixel

whole image throb
disassemble
disresemble

image
calling
drone

drawn upon the line
its absuprahomoheterodyne