an opaline castle reigns
defiant against a charcoal sea,
cerisian clouds coil overhead—
uroboros swallowing itself,
a storm of insatiable need
bled into sapphire sky:
all you can do to pretend,
to play at your god complex.
crowned in jeweled delusion,
a throne of a thousand swords,
forged by your sanguine hands—
aubergine stains at your feet,
words from your heavy lips:
it’s all you can do to pretend,
and play at your god complex.