Ancient mirrors. Face-to-face. Sing golden dirges.
To the black dog head. With the emerald eyes.
As weeping willows. Throw electric locusts.
Screaming into the sky. Searching for the eyes.
Searching for the mouths. Of God.
Oh, lay me down.
Lay down my body.
On the stones and horns.
Let them into my mouths.
They build cities in my throats.
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