spinal landscapes no.4

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gasoline trail wadi immolation sequence… she hears a tortured howl between campfire shadows… lines of fuel leading to the ritual… throat parasites talking in tongues, as the wild dogs prowl beyond the perimeter… across the spinal landscape ash-clouds paint the barren fields…

there is a tape recorder inside the sun… a chink of blinding light luminously glows… soothing raindrops fall from chemical skies… she walks towards the decay and mops the debris of her skin as her feet trace a path between broken bones and shattered glass…

street-corner apparitions crawling along wounded blocks… near the silent factory float the broken choking voices, screaming out their anguish to the nuclear horizon…  sound of the film-reel flickering… drained lake… silhouetted cranes… poisoned reservoir…

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