030: Stand at the crossing

Hang

and bleed

in the unknown.

Red line focus,

twist the neck

and plant

colors of war

on a wave battered shoal.

Power vertex structure

of maternal ground

I raise

as my jade lifemask.

In weakness,

so strong.

While the scattering

runs on

all around,

chasing the light

across cold void,

I'll wallow in

the black unseen.

His aeon fingers secure

my speck of sand

as whole

as can be,

in the mind of a man,

in the heart of a child,

in the eye of a mouse,

roaming the field.

Demons deny,

turning face,

turning back.

The granite star

is a mouth ever-hungry

to replenish desire.

Don't stop.

Don't break.

All I possess,

reduction to unreason,

wish to mire

rotating arms.

Field mice dream

of being children.

Children dream

of being men.

Men dream

of sleep.

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