29 days is the approximate wait time
on the emergency hotline
as the earth lashes out
in distressed tectonic tantrums
There are flashes of prehistoric futures
when something erases light’s prisms
I watch myself cremated on the kill cam
dying to the end result of human evolution
I am anointed one of Godzilla’s second favorite angels
as my form becomes mirrors that don’t reflect me
heavy with ungraceful quicksand wings
swimming with cannibalizing worms
I possess a fire bladed sickle
with a bone hourglass handle
and a chrome mushroom shield
that can communicate with Ra
I forge the ashes around me
into pyramids that eulogize grey rainbows
whose ends start bleeding
into the disintegrating sound
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