At once I wept, seeing that incredible web
Kept so well. Ring-depth dipped finger purity test
Abreast the restless dead, I press the dead for news of what’s ahead
The gallery of nudes toward which I am led
Forces my eyes to my shoes
The salary of abuse this incommunal mood
Incommunicable, dreadful, my blueness a funereal cerulean
Like an holy hymenful’s graceful gown, sea-blent, son-stained
Moonhit marble, my face scrubbed featureless
My shape freshly-striated, carved to my marbling.
Warbling lunatics marvel at the new star, a war bringer
A war thing.
Alchemisland 
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