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In the dark cellar
she evokes Nietzsche
stale musty earth
where the bell jars glow
phosphorate blue
no more beginnings or endings
just the dark hammer
to engulf the taunting worthliness
that clamor's in her wakeful mind
the world drops dead
her ego pacified
her golden mane
caked in baptismal vomit
God shudders
she laughs maniacally
I AM I AM I am
Resurrected