Seven faces, every time they moan
a motion is born.
Seven faces, a sun above the limbs
of an infinite infant.
Seven faces- the faces of total need
regulating aspirations, forming syllabes
responding to sounds bizarre.
7 voices as one,
a rat made king when bestowed with the proper mountain view,
collective unconscious of the vermin
bluffing its way around the hive
7 moans as one,
dodecachedral martyrs, drones of forgotten Queens
mistaking their blood with honey,
collecting the sighs of their brothers
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