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A digital cut and paste poem that reads: An absorbing decline becomes absolute defeat, the spider's web, a singularity, blood runs with stars, blood they ask for. The bringer-round dignifies the necessary chaos. My crime in another life, like a horizon, tragical, monstrous, playing with the snakes. This is the dream, and hidden its face. Uncanny synchronicities in its embrace. A journey of a hundred frailties shifting images, opened the tomb, the king dormant in a darkened room, a string in a maze from whatever surreal future - it was there all along: its occult causality, and it hurts even more to want to twist away. By pain I grow. The emptiness serves. Born of these errors. I will wait.

Composed on the 5th of December 2024.

I intend to eventually revise the visual appearance of this one to be more in line with my newer work.

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