The Beast ripples quietly
upon the ceiling -
pixel by pixel shortening
the distance
between men and their
symbols.
Meaning adheres the
amorphous
exoskeleton of the
tangible;
in manifestation of the
empirical.
Fleshy appendage sweeping
over soulless frameworks -
and my flesh wrought with
the fear!
These communicating
contortionists bending
and twisting to proclaim
bare breast and buttocks;
preconceptions - wrenching
and entwined.
Although the brightness of
the being reflecting recognition,
both conscious of the
moaning Mephistopheles,
I prompt "I think I
should take the other one."
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