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| Page 3 of Rat King Art |
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| (Exit SPORE. MIN retrieves head mask to center,
puts mask on and Invokes RATKING.) |
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| MIN |
| Come, RatKing. Come |
| from where once |
| InEver you boiled |
| Min’s breast with love |
| for Terra hidden in |
| the OvumMoon, and |
| Creation’s Eye which |
| evades the In-Dust-Trial |
| mind like dreams |
| forgotten in the soon. |
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| Come, RatKing. Come |
| from where once |
| InEver you boiled |
| Min’s breast with acrid |
| blood dripped from the phallus
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| shell of Venus-love splayed |
| wide the world smiles |
| teeth and gums. |
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| Come, RatKing. Come |
| crawling over |
| marsh and mollusk |
| to my kneeled |
| love praying. |
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| Come, breathing faint |
| little sighs of child-like |
| love into Min’s |
| eaten heart. |
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| Come and love make to Min |
| as I prey the In-Dust-Trial |
| night of no god |
| and we will parade |
| the dark of Min’s |
| heart on our shoulder |
| laughing blood |
| with the churn |
| and roll of time |
| infinite. |
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| O! |
| RatKing-KingRat! |
| You are Eye |
| and Eye are You |
| and even y-our |
| diseased, dismembered |
| body flesh need be seen |
| Be-Ate-Eye-Full |
| and forgivable |
| in the mourn’s quiet |
| if ever I blind Min |
| will see Terra |
| outside the OvumMoon. |
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| Here-Now-then |
| we InEver sat present |
| as a stone, pigeon toed, |
| fingers crossed in lop-sided |
| x, breathing still |
| for the muscle |
| of the mind to flex |
| and speak degenerate |
| Be-Ate-Eye of Dove’s |
| skin, nail and bone eaten. |
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| O! |
| RatKing-KingRat! |
| Live! Live! Live! |
| And Eye will slowly |
| grow closed blinking |
| the end of this milieu |
| wide opening in |
| the crustacean age |
| of pneumatic solitude. |
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| O! |
| RatKing-KingRat! |
| Mutant toxin child |
| tongues the dog! |
| Live! Live! Live! |
| And Eye will cremate |
| the love world |
| in y-our froth! |
| Live! Live! Live! |
| And Min will prey for |
| Dove’s cock and shell |
| rip cut in degenerate |
| blood teeth. |
| Live! RatKing! Live! |
| Live! Live! Live! |
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| (MIN rises into a whipping body spirit possession,
then subsides and hunts his way around the set to the masturbating
angel.) |
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Spoken Word 
