Fountains of old age flow
and blacken the eyes of all.
Spaghetti intestines disemboweled
revealing blended angels within.

Terrestrial magic that pierces
the ears of all who hear.
Tepid water that flows
into a casket made of words.

Terrible eyes,
terrible ears.

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