converse with the goddess
the universe conceals a language
you need to shovel the stars
and the dead skin
of all of mythology’s serpents
we spar/shadowbox with
neptunes water moccassins
man made topspin
does nothing but
stuff the taxidermist
enslaved for morningstar/jesuschristcryptwalk
tentacle fingertips
allways finds a loophole
and suctions the ice ball pluto.

(support troops with crutches and bring the truth home.)