Death spangles hard rain hurtles in vines wreathing the window glass seeping Decay is dredged up from the river silt the seedy lodgings lurk on. Belonging is the futility. Crowley crawls out, cankerous lizard of magick hassock-white forearms divotted with needle bruises tongue slithering like mucus velcro lips champing brutish cirrus finally words waver like serpents coiling slip out strike like fever. Curtaining the crumbling Inner vertical sedilia move. Flexing then shrinking back Flap obumbrate skins Bryma capes Wrinkle about prehensile hooked feet Trapeze swing suspended over Circus church Gloaters eager for a drop.
Prelate serpents bless With fangful sermons.
Ready to give instant hungry baptism. The dripping permafrost walls May slip down a tumbling faller. Are hardly matutinal sleeping All lit hours their anti-dawn chorus Shuffling nerves within. Blood headlong has refreshed Ultrasonic falsetto tuning. Hecate's echo opera Becomes their map their flightpath.