The demons are out of the box
Raging in heat
tearing at heart
supple and liquid
the faces transmute
from hungry and bleeding
to ardent and needing
clawing free
out of the inverted pyramids
in little pools of wanton exodus
sliding they scream
for more and more
the emptiness is silent
its spaces grow
spinning on its axis
the little box yawns
the demons are out
roaming in rage
needing a cage
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