doppler green marsyas

marsyas to be
the exploding aircraft lyre frozen
in time
muscle glyph to rheum in flame
and to flower
along the nabhukok loin line
where the furred propeller
conjoins with confusion
and with mirror extension shards
the story inside the columns
marsyan word turn orrer hirn orn
nabuhikok joke of brika ob-two
sloop of smoke
sound of mortal sleep friends
inside
they will do to me as they will
time all within its under
muscle glyph to render the river
where the lyre over the propeller voice
the smiling hands sorcery proud
marsyans to be
soil left
right eye close
to the emblem
faulstem fortress forlorn
radiant
the hot hunger to orb the fountain's spray
all so very old, its youth
stories churned in the portrait
of a stone
spray tell
in addition to
pacificed in abscale


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