[Blue giantess with six tits glittering] (revision)

Blue giantess with six tits glittering
outside the boredom of science

a season finale in which battle cogs
self-perpetuate--it doesn’t matter

if they are dead or living the lie
is the formula

I’d rather listen to irises 
to the terror of their internal violins

Repulsive love hive 
EVOLVE ANARCHY

Monarch is sorrow’s wench 
drying off post-liquefaction

on the bank of the last river
the sun-bleached stones 

my apocalypse palace
puffy-eyed and ragey

having confused sovereignty 
with popularity (power 
with perversity) 

Another card is Empire
a real cadaver accelerator

apportioned with the spell
of discursivity

*Hat tip to Gregory Shaw and his “Hands-On Theurgy” class, and his phrase “discursive thinking as a kind of dark spell”