Door EXIT.

And she’s in the next room staring through a stained glass window

And the paint is peeling from the frame between here and somewhere

STATIONARY.

Parallel pyramids project her shadow on mute

Euclid angles architect antidotes of a plane laced with pores

FACE.

Pineal paths drift her along a Phatnitic water

Arrayed asterisks allude elements of wilderness on horseback

FLASHING.

And she carried purple and scarlet cloth written in mystery

And she rose from the children of harlotry, indebted to the text

JUDGEMENT.

This is official PROJECT ASTRAL poetry

-Raphael Baldaya