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watch for sharp edges. limbs dangling over the phantom ridge. below, the fires dance, bare their teeth. the night grows cold. the moon becomes a frozen silver for the wolves to gaze at.

underneath the last dove's curtains, the still pulse of a why. the tao of the rushing water underneath the dancing lily, underneath the flesh and bones that tie all things together. reveal the song that has no name or beginning reveal the sparrow's eye waiting beneath the curve of the hours

the flower opened every week. petals unfolding, golden memory. morning circled around to devour the evening.

the statue on the pedestal. glinting, false brass. the sun broken across its brow. galvanized, waiting. a sword raised in its hand.

drag

drag queen, neon lipstick, heels to drive a stake through a heart. she took a drag on the cigarette. the smoke hangs languidly over her head.

the engine is fueled by blood and forge. metal rictus bared in a triumphant snarl. the dogs are coming. the hounds are roaring down the mountains. the old folks groan. the children fear to fall asleep. and the twisted husks of dwellings lay in its wake.

a tossed spark, the galvanized spaces in between the seconds. lightning ran down the hills. copper glinting in the aftermath.

the bundle of old rags languished by the stairs. motionless, though the city hummed around it. it slept, uncaring and unseen.

lost within the swamp, staggered, limbs hanging against sides, the way marred with bloodied feet and the darkness broken across his brow and the endless forest with its maw opening in wait

the water is clear, sings a song of alabaster on his cracked lips recalling to his mind the memory of choirs, the memory of voices, primordial and diluvian as the Fore, the memory of the abandoned footsteps of angels, lightning, gods.

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on this day 10 years ago

batteryman wrote about stagnation
“the cave echoes grey again. his mind wishes to be something more. yet the words laying at the bottom of his ribcage stay the same. as they always have. rotting like the birds from a dead dream h…”

the words batteryman reaches for

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