Wrapping My Head Around (to the Point of Constriction)

Thy blind communion The joining drones of apricots Can’t wrap my head around Let alone get to the point of constriction I laugh til nigh asphyxiation, Governed by sanguinary premises Promises empty as the void of space Platitudes without ground to walk on Now I lost the amusement, Expended to the point of apathy But don’t think for a square root of a second I forgot your psychopathy I’ll take my rightful place At the throne of your inversion of paradise My palace of Frost—your Paradise Lost The marriage of heaven and hell’s Astronomical costs The perfect peel of the skin, now breathing in Breath out, double or nothing, take it all in Both sides of your rusted coin A thorny pain in my groin Dusky choirs chock the cock to the tile Satan laughs, Lucifer smiles All the ever-while.