Here is a piece from earlier in the semester that I have been playing with since I seem incapable of writing prose at the moment.
I saunter through the cementary
Seducing bronze children
Waiting for the Sistine to shatter.
The necktie troubador named Nova
Catches me
Freeze, expand, explode.
Still the parade for Jupiter goes on
People lap up the river of dark earth.
No more dizziness, only fall.
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