And the whore aglow aglory
astride her seven-headed lust-dragon,
bedecked in scarlet sun and gold,
juggling fire with the flickering
tongues of her
zillion-eyed snake hair, radiant,
moon underfoot, twelve stars for
a crown.
She glanced into the matchbox,
and the vermin collected therin
trembled agog at Psky-light
barely felt on their carapaces
then Babalon smiled and closed
the matchbox with lettering in
black "One-God Flea Circus"
which then kindled to dust
Time to put away such trifles.
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