The Deletion of My Account

Progressive delineation
Cuts through a utopian paraphrase,
As seen by
Eschatological dancers,
Swimming in the deep sea.

My motions
Blur into redundancy;
Redundancy of cyclic monotony,
As I come to grips with creationism.

Biblical sexual fantasies
Penetrate my thought process;

Adhering the gold cusp

Permutations and rearrangements
Of false profiteering;
A silent scuffle altered
The bickering of prostitutes.

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