there is this marred planet
in some blissed-out starry galaxy
some demented creator planned it
oceans and rivers are only a fallacy
there they only eat cement
their leather tongues
measuring existential resentment
blessed by some explosive fault
they lick cracked mineral lips
fissured by finicky contentment
existing on hard black sand
cool soothing water
a sinful far-off dream
holding fire in their hands
their creviced skin
churns with molten lava
so it oddly seems
they yearn to exist
on cold desert dunes
home is blistered broken land
their burning hearts are searing
their token sun is nothing grand
fluidity and light is something
they constantly are fearing
grit they ingest is righteously bland
love there is just a stabbing pain
being is neither woman nor man
jealous pleasure is some holy strain
a joyless wonder they just withstand
they're blazing beings
flaring insightful watching
shifting atomic dunes
devouring concretions of gritty sand
partial to some granular direction
marshaling some concrete drift
amongst rifts and strands
exploring planetary arteries
piloting volcanic veins
their crazy desiccated mother  
deploring other planetary ruins
birthing her subatomic gift
fueled by creative insanity
dry beings fulfilled
yet inanely coarse
voiceless from all their gritty gnawing
insistently a waterless subsistence
somehow maniacally contented
they remain fluidly resistant
forever fanatically abrasive
reveling in bonding mortar
crazed intention without remorse

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