The Clown

The Clown
The Slave
The spectrum
A tapestry of wounds
A maze
A cave
A staircase beneath the whirlpool
Snails in the crisp saddle of sorrow
Slowly
Dressing the walls
Far away in the ear
A guitar is hammering the nails
Under the radar
Perfumes are torching the solid spheres of the planet
The chisels are writing
Hieroglyphs on the fungus

The gemstones are ruining my kidneys
Sparkling poisons into the eyes of vultures

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