Octopiithagoas
Behold the
Eight
tentacled
plane vision of the
architects of night
they dwell here
among us dreamers
they construct our dream
from eight eyes
one for each hue
the eighth eye is the eye of dark light
the rods thread us
through the eye
of the needle hurricane
we are one
behold
this creature has no name
From the Sun
Stript down t’ carburettor
Burnished sun eyes
From the sun
Spectral displays
Boreal lights
Flee the catastrophe
Youth seeks its own answer
Under t’ hood
Clouds parted by some Moses in corduroy
Beaming smile gracefully descends and then ascends
From the sun
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