consider these solipses:

measured, carried steeples 

round a brined Mary 

suspended in the plasma 

of hapless, desperate donors 

centrifugal refugees

all unknown behind glass

this is a king's country:

a throne grown too small 

phagocyclic in the flesh

bedsores in the shape of sin 

and

lead of goblets held within

my crucifix is a bullet

made from ...

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Every time you look at me

You make me shiver  

Not in joy but in pain

Like suicidal impulses

Before the ages of God

Before the invent of clothes

Stars were brighter

We were the happiest

There was no word in between

Nor any sentence to form

Only a touch was enough

To feel each other within

Now the laws and the oaths

Rule the hearts and the mi...

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