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The plates

they split off the back of my vertebrae

they stand on end through my skin when the thought attacks

I cringe at the resonance and wince at the shock

my lungs are pierced by the giant micro-tubules at the inhale

The moment passes and I continue to juggle


Sternal engorgement

pulls my chest out into a pinnacle

a spire to pierce Heaven

my heart tries to jump out but falls short in the center

my spine is pulled forward separating the life-long brotherhood of my lungs

just as I am about to split my body catches up with my chest

I am a giant.


I storm

to the ziggurat

a nature's beast, my teeth meet the air

My arms grow long, I have no choice but to drag my knuckles

the people's levy breaks and I am followed by a maelstrom

As I meet the ground from the sky,

my toe meets Inertia,

They had not been properly introduced.


with an anchor foot,

a freeze spreads up my body

my muscles stiffen into an Adonis-like state

while my muscles support my body, my bones melt

they seep into my body like a douse of warm milk

they harden

I am a statue


But a transmutation

is not felt

I stare down at my heels that have taken root

I gaze upon my back frozen in flex

I hinge upon my crown stuck in a tussle

I survey the triangle of mass execution

The clouds obscure my vision

I am no longer breathing

I am a god.


My eyes, through clouds

witness a triangle,

robbed of its head

like a serpent in a Greek tale,

give a child's push in a desperate act

They lack a spearhead to drive into the heart of the father

They are beaten


While the fire whip cracks

onto my below brothers of yore

I look to my left and then to my right

my infinite power gained through super-sensory

has put me as a footstool of obscurity

amongst terrible powers, and fantastic alphas of men

I have reached a status of being that is only dreamed of by men

and I continue to juggle.