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sudden death slow death
certain death
triangulate eyes see what She sees
Her divine breasts
feeding all that seethes within this temple
of faces and worlds
unraveling and displayed as a skirt of severed arms
around Her neck a garland
of freshly killed personal obsessions
head by bleeding head
haloed then black-holed
untongued
at Chamundeshwari
robed in midnight blue the stars do
speak for themselves
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