Perpetual motion feathers, from within which she assassinates.
Visceral as night, the transferred religion of her material
a mobile aesthetic, an enigma of artificial intelligence; magnetism
of a foul priest. Dark markings renewed on the platform of the
infinity peep hole, isolated, drifted weird, the bleached living and dead
triangle is her strength. The witch is gold dust as a whole, elusive
Victorian spider arriving, drains blacklight pushing down;
hockey mask flattens as a replica channeled through a mirrorunraveling. Recess of a psyche as purity of a road.