THE UNTYING

My renunciations

Are as dim sum as a birth scene

A smokeless deer-headed infantry

Cradles me like the newborn

Ultramarine ground

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Snail on a

Spider

Without a maker

In the corner of abandoned greatness

One day I'll stick

To the sequence of the jellyfish

Commanding from long beards

A centipede

Whether it's called a centipede

Or heaven

Prior to the final rebirth

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Through the streets

The swallower of lifeforms inclines toward 

Animals corralled for slaughter

Horrific umbrella of four snakes burning

The flowering tree 

Like mixed circles rendered some persistent spoon

The flowering tree follows its convention

Condemned to the cycle of space and color

A lifeform then swallower