Explosante-fixe

Constantly exploding
breakneck pop 
flash bulbs smash out
Hand on glass reaching
diamond scratch repeating
in the air, dark with shadows
Still exploding
patterns of light
ashen lattice
She simply grew out
circled 'round the camera
and into war
He fell broken
in paint and silver gelatine
Her lips grew golden
and flew
He remade them
emblazoned in blason
Diamond static makes ecstatic
handwriting a spell
over a drawing
Wearing bare flesh
over the lens
lunar curve feminine
Enchanter chanting
explosions exploding still
how can one say that?