From Here To Wherever

O Humanoid, why not hail hosanna and discard haughty heterodoxies—report to headquarters immediately, run down labyrinthine hallways, huffing and puffing on your way…the cosmos slowly whirring, stars meticulously spelling thy name in twinkling array. 

 

 

Monstrous engines humming. Metal blades delaying. Envelopes granulating.

 

O Superman, without a dial tone how can the forlorn stand? Sententious citadel, harboring a holy hell, a pale rider with sword in hand…and the stamp of the psychic vamp with his fragrance of defeat waves through a black hole—no longer with a right hand.

 

 

Oscillator Operator

from here to wherever

Rusting in the circuitry

of blasphemous endeavor

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