Deceit had a mitotic division,
it was spreading; temporal print on calico.
Possible, had many variations
and masons were existentially tense.
Frank discussion was taking place
between fanatics to exterminate
or allowed to live shooting stars.
For demolition you don’t need scrupulous hands.
A giant pain was visible in vibration of sun
leaving footprints on grass.
Paralysed waist down
virginity kindles a prayer,
labial submission of love.
The dead faith stumbles down on climbing up.
Endlessly the war goes between god and man.
Estranged keys have lost the doors and walls are crumbling.
