My painted hands an alchemical operation’s scarlet stage
Like I operated on a patient
With blade separating, thy ennervating parts innervaded
Innovating nerve endings into new things, fleshlyfreshly-rended
Your corpse’s hemispheres tended together with silver staples
Transforming your base materials into wondrous stations.
Once you begin stabilising
I cascade down your inner cave’s corpuscle-climbed face
Maze of your veins down which I traipse
Like a thing trained, draining lengths yet
Yawn before, in tubes which bore red guinness
Adoration’s device fuming winds to spuming
Wine which is of and makes human
Humanity’s vine which skin’s concave climbs
Blood like brocade unfurling, spilling at artful maiden’s slaying
Garbing love barnacles wit’s ship, given fits Poseidon’s pounding fists
Here, that to us heeded unlikely abounds confounding in numerousness
That unsightly in beholding highted beautiful mightily, exalted numinous.
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