Dehydration on Sunday

Fornicating superstars,
Dressed in the arrays of angels,
Whose dance decides for us
The contingency of supernovas.

Stealthily I sing the praises
Reclaimed from monotony.

Hyperrealization of identity
As close as surrealistic stars
Could compromise
My inundation as
Superfluous indigestion
Staves off the iniquity
We have transcribed.

The perils of
Monasticism;
Counter culture cults
Deciding simplicity

As stocks drop.
And we are contaminated
By the synthesis
Of God’s choreography.

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