deathless and the sweet-scent of
gods misguided, their heads crushed like grapes
in the grim Kali kaleidoscope

we drink the aeons of the unknowable
mind self-generated 
and objectify the stars for Ends

limbless in limbo akin to infinity
this coptic-coded digital density
bleeds the mind’s wine
to further hack the bloodlines

our projected existence on the cornucopia
quiet as the mouthiest shadow we call
life amid severity

a scepter has cut the throat of the reflection
And thoughts come to the skull’s gristle
And neurons die in protest to be reborn
as alms to the shadow’s substance

glass cannot contain it