Leviathan

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I wade into the consumptive waters in search of the leviathan and its necrotizing venom. 

 

Casting my net, I point to where it hurts, this city on the plains, immoderate and palliative. 

 

Once ensnared, I drag the serpent onto my insolvent shore where I milk its hallow fangs, imbibing, face flush, the master of ceremonies, the conductor of all things.

 

Emptiness chasing emptiness, I look back at the ruins.

 

Transmuted,

 

relegated and wasted, a pillar of salt,

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I disappear into the certainty that one drink will be followed by another forever.