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Venus is in transition again
apogee apogee
Let's go down
and light this planet on fire, taking the sun with us,
Noxious.

We tried to have solidity but we were just
floating molecules
covering faceless air
sol et luna
we hoped for higher properties
We are not like the devil's pets
Bound by chains, blindly
We know not even Earthy cores
Nor definition

But the closer we get to setting foot
the more this poisonous atmosphere
suffocates.

I wish we would burn
Then go black.
You drifted, seventeenth degree in my morning house
And I tasted Mary's bath:
Tinctures of the old life
into a sad fermentation.
This is no purification.

5/29/12