Sanguine stream
**original poetry & photos**
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*(A messenger of sweltering metallurgy Working its machinations abstruse, Tireless through the decades Of gradual disintegration.)*
As if the plasma Spoke its magmatic keynote Into the gently warming air
*(Body above bodies, phasing upwards To trace gyroscopic soulstrokes On the celeste sky)*
As if falling Straight through The stone, the stream, River bed, the sand, the mantle
*(Sanguine hawks govern Complement portions in Magnetics, yearning for the Embrace that never seems to come.)*
As if the liver became Aware of their mortality
*(Erase the sophistry, Raze the pompous monuments.)*
As if it all comes back to dust And fire and water and light
*(Streams running in channels Of their own fashioning.)*
As if the blood innately soars
*(Through purgatorial intersections)*
To open stony doors.
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Writing & images By @d-pend 2/18/18
**(Photos taken With iPhone 5S)**
