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jeffrey jones

mounting the rhythm again,
i push.
stamping out fear through the soles of these feet.
a devotee screams, and shivers out;
a base bass of arrhythmic proportions.

in my blood in my blood in my blood.

i sing a song so old, only stones understand the sound.
the fires beneath, toss, and coil,
and i am alone in this time, this rhythm, this heat.
existing only for Mad Gods,
and the serpents...
writhing through the chambers of my heart.