Museums of Glass Cornucopia

Mermaids, cyclops, ornithologists of the sea, these posthumous somnambulists, whirl and rejoice. The oval carrousel waxes and wanes. Shattered, hallucinatory crusaders flock to observe the lunar oasis—silver charms and sirens, pocked tombstones, a chorus of chandeliers. Immortality dreams obsolete. Lust oxidises the fossilised ashes to craters of moon oceans. Nocturnal, the ecstatic virgin, a delirious concubine, serves crystal cocaine from phosphorous thighs. Cyclones of Lucifer dust the skies.