Door EXIT.

And she’s in the next room staring through a stained glass window

And the paint is peeling from the frame between here and somewhere


Parallel pyramids project her shadow on mute

Euclid angles architect antidotes of a plane laced with pores


Pineal paths drift her along a Phatnitic water

Arrayed asterisks allude elements of wilderness on horseback


And she carried purple and scarlet cloth written in mystery

And she rose from the children of harlotry, indebted to the text


This is official PROJECT ASTRAL poetry

-Raphael Baldaya

Categories: Time Machine Poetry

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